Nine Eleven

We have breathed in
Those souls departed,
We are now one
Heart to hearted.

Vaporized into microscopic bits,
Dispersed violently into city air,
They are now imbedded
Within our very constitutions.

We are one,
They live within,
Their prematurely extinguished lives
Rest heavily in our beings.

“What is lost?”
The lightness of being,
For our city
And our selves,
That golden Mecca is no more.