ATHEM NINE ELEVENOn that blue-skied Tuesday morning
Can you believe it? -
Three thousand souls took
Their cabs, and their cars,
Their subways, and their feet to a tomb of
Blood and bone and
Glass and steel.
The desert piper played his
Taliban trump too close to
Now the woolly Afghan sky
Rains infidel bombs on the
Wrinkled Afghan clay.
Sadaam jihad, Bin laden man.
Jesus loves you more than you can stand!
On that brim-stoned September morn
Will we forget it? -
Twin bites from Al Qaeda's dragon jaws
Had built us a smoking cemetery
Taller than two pyramids.
This is a job for Superman!
But we are Superman and Superwoman.
We are Supergirl and Superboy.
We are the people and
We must go on!
On that rueful Ramadan eve
Shall they proclaim it? -
A muffled muezzin toasts the
Wine of Allah's sour triumph mixed with
Innocent border blood.
Once-forbidden kites of torched
U.S. glory flap raggedly in the
Shrapnel-scorched desert wind.
And he who once ruled a booted ca