Ground Zero

I visited Ground Zero in Lower Manhattan today
to see if poetry had taken root, like fireweed,
among the cracks in the rubble and the dead.
Instead I heard the voice of a friend

Who reminded me that
the study of death
and dying teaches
nothing.

And so I stood, empty handed,
again, without the grace
to give
or receive.



For dVerse Poetics

32 thoughts on “Ground Zero

  1. “to see if poetry had taken root, like fireweed,
    among the cracks in the rubble and the dead.
    Can this be any more intense? I think not. It’s one of those descriptions I wish I had written. As to learning from death and dying–I can’t agree with your friend. But, then, that’s been my life’s work!

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  2. We visited Ground Zero back in 2002 and marvelled at the messages attached to the fence. Yes, it would be lovely to know that ‘poetry had taken root, like fireweed, among the cracks in the rubble and the dead’. Sometimes, though, there is just nothing we can say and we must learn to be comfortable with our empty-handedness.

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  3. I had to look up Chamaenerion angustifolium.
    Then I had to wonder if thanatologists would agree with you or your friend.
    LOL
    Classic Q : Rorschackian vague.
    I read comments to see how this affected the average reader (wink).

    My comment.
    There is no “Death”, a capital “D” of course.
    Now studying ways of living and the way things kill, that may be more hopeful than studying the way thing die perhaps.
    Waiting for meaning in the emptiness is natural.
    I have seen a video of elephants returning to sites that one of their children died year after year and turning over the bones again and again. The dualistic illusion is deep in our circuitry it seems. Ghost in the machine.

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