BLOG- Remembering 9/11: the poem, "Site"

Although my inner vision is still aswirl with Irene, Irene, Irene, a more significant anniversary takes precedence. 

My finally! restored Internet permits me to share with Princeton Patch readers my poem of the dire time of the destruction of the World Trade Center, and a way of life we shall see no more.

My heart and prayers are with all who lost family, friends, colleagues, and especially children born to fathers who had died that day.

people are saying they have to go IN

see with their own two eyes

I cannot walk those half-deserted streets

inhale stench – half abbatoir, half penicillin factory –

slip on detritus once the lifeblood of commerce

stumble through ashes and vaporized colleagues

cannot read search pleas

search faces from old Christmas cards

watch ribbons and flags flutter

where thousands will not move again

                                                                        CAROLYN FOOTE EDELMANN

                                                                        September 26, 2001