Building Number Seven
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
You were there and then you weren't.
No concern about you raised.
Your secrets within,
Have never dazed or fazed.
Or have been brought to public discussion.
Your structure tall, clean and gleaming.
And when you fell...
No one inside of you,
Was there trapped, left surprised...
Burned or seen screaming.
Building number seven,
A tower 'falling' on nine eleven!
What had happened to you?
That had you crashing to the ground,
Like the other two.
Building number seven...
Why no one mentions you?
Nothing observed touching you was viewed!
Although everything you kept within...
Hide secrets deep.
And clues to confuse!