NYC 9/11/2003

New York City, to salute your heroic loam,
Emperors should kneel before you.
While the steep stairs of your subway seek a better fortune,
Your sacred circles deposit the whiff
Of your native touch of such high honor; if after
Roaming on Broadway among memories,
Kissing moments past, one enters a refuge of peace inside
Central Park, to shed another tear of farewell,
In aching for the fall of humanity.
Time to look forward to all the towers that will stand tall, for
Your love cannot be destroyed.