I was an employee of Midway Airlines, the first company to fail after 09/11 on 09/12. I was one of many victims of this tragedy. I took a chance and jumped from an established company to Midway a year before.
On a bright September day
I made my way
Humming a little soliloquy
To appease my unease
To erase the lack of care
I shared, with my wilting subconciousness
Tracing lines of arrogance
Where there should have been fear
Assumptions of future paths
Crashed with each recurrence
Of wildly careening planes
Smashing the tall towers
Forever embedded in my mind
As the radio news blared
That there was cause for tears
The Dispatchers monitors
Seemed to be stuck at rerun
As the events replayed continuingly
As if there would be no end
Future dreams of prosperity
Sank with the weeklong Reprieve
Of scheduled flight
The 12th's death knoll at noon
Announced the end for those of us
Not counting on the Unplanned disaster
The days after dragged into eternity
Each day an exercise in futility
For my roll of the dice failed
And I had no work place to call home.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-03-10 at 15:12
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A Bright September Day
On a bright September day
I made my way
Humming a little soliloquy
To appease my unease
To erase the lack of care
I shared, with my wilting subconciousness
Tracing lines of arrogance
Where there should have been fear
Assumptions of future paths
Crashed with each recurrence
Of wildly careening planes
Smashing the tall towers
Forever embedded in my mind
As the radio news blared
That there was cause for tears
The Dispatchers monitors
Seemed to be stuck at rerun
As the events replayed continuingly
As if there would be no end
Future dreams of prosperity
Sank with the weeklong Reprieve
Of scheduled flight
The 12th's death knoll at noon
Announced the end for those of us
Not counting on the Unplanned disaster
The days after dragged into eternity
Each day an exercise in futility
For my roll of the dice failed
And I had no work place to call home.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 844 times
Written on 2009-03-10 at 15:12
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