The harbor gapes in unnatural haze, its two front teeth knocked out--
it cannot chew the ash that shades a mourning moonscape.
Triggered by lack of light, eclipsed streetlights so faint
we cannot see spirits who haunt the zero ground--
where terrorists jettisoned their souls.
We put our hardheads into hardhats--
searching for shadows lost and found--
smudged eyes damp not only from acrid soot.
Missing firefighters and cops still search--
their winking headlights in the rubble--
they will seek the peace forever.
We seek the light--
to understand the sight that's jumbled through the smoke--
Love leavened justice will hug hate till it ooze away.
The blood shall mulch the soil--
out of mass murder, peaceful accord--
the peace will heal us, every living thing.
The peace You bring will grow again.
M. A. Fruth
El Camino Way
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