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I wrote this poem on September 17th, 2001. It differs slightly from the published version.


9-12-01


I join a human chain that trails

Into the heart of disaster


We pass remains of mighty towers

Hand over hand, bit by bit


Atlas, Hercules, Achilles

All would balk at this, yet


Now they stand shoulder to shoulder with

Our heroes moving this rubble mountain


Task taken hungrily on by Americans

For us there is no job too large


I feel privileged to touch

Each sacred shard of debris


Every length of twisted steel or

Boulder of smashed concrete


Once belonged to twin monuments

Born in our youth


Paid for with our tears, sweat,

And holy blood


Of those trapped, buried dead

And we who tirelessly toil


Painstakingly to set them

Free.




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