Sound of Death

We heard death sound
in midst of devil cloud.
Pitiful chirping
telling brave men died.

Sound of death
filled our ears.
Sign of awful dying.
Such a plaintive sound.

Worse than locust plague.
When will it stop?
When will our guilt
fall silent?

Let us use the tower’s ash
as sign of our remorse.
We repent of our failure
to hear Your repentance call.
© Bob, September 2001

This poem is an attempt to express some of the pain from September 11th. May we never forget.