LITTLE BOY PLOY
Little one inside, French speaking boy
Still waiting to be found, what a ploy.
Playing special games, safe and sound
Fantasy and flights of fancy,
|Running round and round.
Little boy inside did you see the towers?
Don’t they look just like the Belgian houses
That in 1940 were destroyed.
Broken buildings with holes.
The towers same as those.
Are you terrified by this convergence?
By the suddenness of this occurrence?
Events in Belgium of 1940
Repeated here in New York City,
What a pity!
When first I saw the towers hit I thought: They’ll fix it.
Right? They’ll fix it? That gaping mouth shaped hole.
The building is still standing. They’ll fix it!
I see the bodies floating down.
The clouds of smoke
The buildings floating down.
What could happen next to stop my play,
What else could happen to force my move away?
It was supposed to be safe here in America
Powerful invincible, welcoming America
Proud to be a new American.
How could this ever have happened?
Who will fix it?
Where is it safe?