Thursday, September 11, 2014

9/11 - a birthday . . . / the sonnet


How'd it be to have your birthday hi-jacked?
For my birthday, i choose sanctuary . .
Over time, there is less to be attacked - 
9/11 · we were all made quarry *¡_ 

I refuse to give this day up for hate;
To do so, desecrates every sad death·:·
I'll try to consecrate those born this date -
that they be known from their love of each breath.

Your odds are one in three hundred sixty-five 
today is your birthday . Hapy Birtday!
Do not deny this conceit - to feel alive,
much more than many, your's is a new day.

.  . there for the three thousand and some odd souls
murdered that day - i pray we have new roles.


jts 11/9/2014 - ( ˚ _˚) ·


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