“They are us.” The unshed fears in the gaze,
A black headscarf filled with hope
And the space in which she is what she says.
Eyes shut, and then the warm embrace
Eloquent and lighting up
The tallest building in the universe.
It is all written on her pensive face – –
Some lead through pointless promises
Others stretch out to touch, with grace
The sadness of the stunned survivors:
“Speak the names of those who were lost rather than
The name of the man who took them.” After the prayers,
Fifty worshippers become their past, but their presence
Is felt, at this place, in the words of this
Beautiful voice of a country’s conscience.