BY CHIRSKIRA CAILLOUET

Empty chairs sit in lines
I walked there
One morning
And I heard them cry

The screaming dead sat among them
Their lives taken in a fatal blast
Life’s wounds never healed them

You were just going to work one day
Didn’t bother to kiss the kids goodbye
Because you knew you’d be back

American Terrorism
Stole your life that day

Before the search for Bin Laden
There was Timothy McVey
Just as pale skin as you

It happened a long time ago
The only thing I
Remember from that April day
Was a moment of silence
In my fifth grade classroom

The flash came back to me
That March day as I
Visited

Empty chairs lined the way
Where a building once stood
I heard the wailing of the dead

Sitting where their office chairs
Or high chairs could have been was
The Yellow Ryder truck that no one paid attention to American Terrorism
Stole your life that day
Empty chairs staring back at me
Like What are you going to do?