by Victor P. Gendrano
(Dedicated to the victims of the
September 11, 2001 tragedy)
I see many faces in New York:
face of hate of the perpetrators
face of death from workers and passengers
face of death of facing death
face of despair for unuttered love
face of panic not knowing where to hide
and what to expect
but also
face of faith calmy accepting death
face of love comforting each other
face of compassion from the public
face of caring for the wounded
face of grief of kins of those who perished
the face of death is everywhere
death of lives
death of hopes and dreams
and
death of peace
- From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves
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