poem of the day 09.12.12

9/11 years

eleven years

 you want to talk media perpetuation?

political manipulation?

then come to the good ol’ u.s. of a

click on any station

(except NBC)

and we’ll be crying our eyes out

and never forgetting

and all of that other happy horseshit

sometimes i’m too tired for 9/11 years

too tired for the pomp

the moments of silence

the where were you years?

new york’s bravest

new york’s finest

etc

etc

i want a little national dignity

a little self-respect

remember and move on

and not watch buildings fall every september

but you can’t do that in america

the land of the free

the home of the brave

on soil that never forgets a fucking thing

….at least that what’s been televised

i wonder if we’ll all be

9/11ing

twenty years from now

i hope the hell not

i hope the kids in school right now are learning

aren’t offering up a moment of silence

but are caterwauling the loud roar of progress

because eleven years

9/11 years

are too long to drag our asses through the fire

and at some point it’s all got to stop

we’ve got to face the rubble that we’ve been left with

the garbage collecting these 9 and 11 years

the war

the death

the division and debt

and somehow

more than somehow

this stumbling punch-drunk giant

has to move on

because tomorrow it’s september and twelve

sunny and eighty-one

in a world a whole lot bigger

than it was

9/11 years ago.