A/N: For those of you who care, this is a little bit of what has been keeping me away from my other work. I am in an incredible creative writing class at my college, and this is a little of what I've been doing. The assignment was to simply write a poem concerning the events of September 11, 2001. To all of those lost, my prayers are with you. Please take the time to review.

Tuesday Mourn:

Flight 11, 9/11, Tower of the North
hellfire on the eightieth floor
calling this an accident, our heart
beat-beat-beats.

175, stay seated, you won't see L.A. today
no accident at all
and the same inferno impales the South
our heart
BEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEATBEAT
Oh. My. God.
black hole devours light (ignorance?)
and Shock.
and Numb.
TV. CNN. Gaping the inconceivable.
weeping raw emotion.

77 attacks our Defense
hold your breath. keep holding.
ohsweetjesus, don't tell me there's more
beatbeat. beatbeatbeatbeat. bea-

and a field in Pennsylvania welcomes Flight 93
innocent earth's soil to bury the Dead Brave.
blank aftershock
.beat.

picking up the pieces, we are one people.
a Flag flies, free but not, among smoke and flame
in place of our innocence: a pit

but, together now, let's

beat. ( - ) beat. beat. ( - ) beat. ( - )