9/11 Clouds

. clouds of angry concrete dust born of rubble born of ugliness man-made thunderheads boiling and roiling down from the skies and up into God's eyes clouds like dark soulless monsters billowing around the corners billowing up the streets chasing down the survivors swallowing them up in jet-fueled hatred and ground-up debris a legion of darkness erupting from the depths of hell from that churning burning perdition residing in the hearts of fallen man blotting out the sun in a morning eclipse in a mourning hour burying the city in a swirling shroud of bone meal blanketing the sidewalks in a cloak of gray ground steel writing history in seething autumn scripts made of toxic fog and metal smog from those churning burning clouds like dark soulless monsters billowing around the corners billowing down the streets chasing down the survivors swallowing them up yet above the blackened clouds of roiling and boiling concrete dust white papers by the thousands floating softly down drifting gently down from floor after floor of business desks white papers descending spiraling down on pristine wings then uplifted and carried hither and thither on soft currents of air perfectly surviving above the billowing clouds moiling and coiling perfectly surviving above the dark thunderheads boiling and roiling perfectly surviving thousands of paper so thin and so delicate so ultimately useless surviving swirling white and whole and unharmed inside the murderous clouds paper butterflies dancing a dance of life over all this death how can it be that papers survive and people die that papers fly and people plummet . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~© by susan k williams,9/11/13