That Day Back When Our Innocence Was Apparent

N.S. Simko
1 min readSep 11, 2021

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a poem in remembrance

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The sky is falling with heaps of debris

The arms, the legs, the smoke I see

Papers strewn, glide on twinkling fire

People leap to escape from the dire

Hell that was unseen in the midst of our ire.

Be the heroes that move with selfless pride

Scale the steps in your pachyderm hide

No end in sight yet you’ll save who you can

Never a day where we had a plan

To catch in our arms the falling man.

The falling man, the falling man

Never a day where we had a plan

To drag from the depths fragments of bones

Crumpled hats, the steel among stones

Clearing wreckage to seek helpless moans.

Terror now fraught in lower Manhattan

Western PA, D.C. came to flatten

The walls, the fields, what else was to fall

Could this destruction be set to us all

And send to their knees the families to bawl?

In union our effort killed ten times more

Than the workers who fell on the ninety-eighth floor

We slipped up in the last century

Now we must crush this treachery

And furnish a new world memory.

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N.S. Simko

Poetry, prose, short stories, and experimentations. Whatever distracts me from working on my novel.