Gap Teeth
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
Palo Alto
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