I wrote this today and I felt like sharing it with you: Steel-skinned wings turned bird of prey As dark hearts steered the birds astray Plunged like daggers in the glass That shattered in the raptors' wrath
A hot tornado wind spun round And flung the towers to the ground A storm of blind black snow rose up As souls were sifted into dust Thousands flung to angel flight Thousands more fled from the site It rained the hot rain of Pompeii Til every color turned to grey People pouring out their veins For wounded ones that never came "Have you seen my loved one's face Somewhere in this poisoned place?" But from the ruins of the crime Weary wings began to climb Sparrows, falcons, jays and wrens Were gliding overhead again So hand me down some feathered wings That I might learn to soar and sing That I might ride the sacred sky And while the wicked walk, I fly lots of love Anne