Blank verse/In the gallery 4.26pm 2010-09-15

(Dedicated to the memory of the dead American citizens)

9 / 11

I'm deaf I think.
Everything collapses and falls. Leaning Tower, the second ... People are falling ... People in the towers falling, falling quickly into the abyss of hell, a terrible hell, a hellish inferno.
Nobody wants to die.
It does not happen, but it is a fact.
3000 immediately left life.
It does not happen, so painful, so cruel, so terribly strange and quick.
The fear, pain, death ...
Why is it so much and fast?
Over life, dreams are broken, cut off arms, legs, broken heads, crushed body - it's just a mess of bodies ...
Mix well.
The pain came roaring and howling and tearing metal crunch of concrete. Pain with a crash of glass and cries of the people. No action taken hurts, it hurts to think about it. Shock! Shock! Shock! No strength to believe in it, no strength to think. Think that that's so easy 3000 razed.
Why? No answer.
Help-forces there, maybe not.
Why? No answer.
Again, all mixed up. Molten concrete and blood, the molten steel and blood, molten glass and blood. I can not imagine the colour of this pain.
What colour it is?
Red, brown or black.
Perhaps it is colourless.
There is only pain. And IT has no colour.
IT THOUGHT all colours-it is colourless.
Brain excitedly hurts, it hurts the feeling of compassion and pain, not able to help this pain, this is not a human power of hell, which is created and the people themselves ...
Why? Why? For what? For whom?
There are no answers, as no those people are not here to have those thoughts and dreams, dangling in the unequal struggle with the pain.
Why do we create a hell by our own hands?
Why do we create a point of no return?
Why do we have ZERO point?
ZERO = HELL!