Cradle of Cadavers (In Ten Parts)
I A normal Tuesday morning
I am getting out of bed in Jersey City, NJ
Across the river from Manhattan
II My ex-wife Monica calling about
A small plane hitting World Trade Center Building One
III I turn on the television to dash and disarray
Ash and misery
Sirens Screaming
New Yorkers torn from dreaming
IV People jumping from Building One
What were they thinking about on the way down?
Potential to porridge
Possibility to pain
Phone-calling to falling
V The 300 firemen perishing when Building Two falls
What were they doing there?
Duty to dust
Rambo to rust
VI The gray smoke covering my benched soul
Our country molested
A planet at war
A universe at stake
VII My marriage crumbling after two years
Soon I am homeless, without medication and
Going through a bitter divorce on the long and wide piranha streets of Los Angeles
VIII September 11th, 2001
Breaking my unbreakable bond to the anti-blonde
IX The arc towards the end
Beginning with a deep bend
Lying on the floor
Begging for a door
X End of the beginning
Beginning of the end
Carnival of corpses
Victims without a friend
Humanity with nothing to lend
When The Twins Fell Down
Photographs on fences
Business cards without lenses
Sketches drawn with no senses
Brothers looking for sisters
Mothers searching for sons
God finding a city
Wrapped in tears
Floating in blood
Somehow locating love
Ash-covered ville
Suits sprinting
Policemen pointing
Angels anointing
Town no longer dreaming
Terrorists scheming
Mayor leading
Ground Zero conspiracies creaming
Twenty years of pain
America never the same
My life forever changed
A new angle of refrain
Under a sky made of rain
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