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Our Thousand-hearted Soul: on the many mingled forever September 11, 2001 At once--though generations yet to be Might not so swift have blended us as one-- What we recall the worst that e'er was done Amalgamated thousands, them with me. Sift not for bones within the dust, debris, Nor hope us whole beneath a crushing ton; In irony of phoenix we have won: In spirit unified we vaulted free. We will not be re-covered in our flesh, Best sleeping in an unexpected grave; Safe now, as one Six Thousand-hearted Soul, We're far beyond steel's overwhelming mesh. Flags high, for us and worlds we've yet to save, Earth's pieces rest, our heavenward heart beats whole. Barbara Bryan |
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