You see that I have now become obsessed
with poems on September tragedy,
with thoughts I cannot easily digest.
Our nation’s equanimity was stressed
when enemies went on a killing spree.
You see that I have now become obsessed,
and cannot shake the shadows that oppressed
a day with death, the air full of debris.
Those thoughts I am not able to digest.
To tell the truth, whoever could have guessed
that USA would be their designee?
You see that I have now become obsessed
with processing the fact that their flight test
took place in schools right here. Then they’d break free.
These thoughts I cannot easily digest.
No, we would not surrender to arrest.
Yes, we stand strong, proclaims our lit marquee.
Although you see that I have been obsessed,
I write to process thoughts that won’t digest.
