The Brotherhood

The steel is still hot,
the smoke still rises,
but I must go on,
looking for my brothers...

You know, the ones
who were still going
up the stairs
into the buildings,
into the fires
and flames
as they sent
people out.

So, I dig
through the rubble,
day after day,
until I can
bring my brothers home.

* Dedicated to all the policemen,
firemen, Doctors, nurses, and all the
others who worked days on end with little
or no rest, until all were found that could be
found,9/11/2001.

by Scarlett Treat

Comments (6)

Chuck, SO, there is NO possibility that there is a leak in the roof, - - - right? - - - or that you can blame it on a water-bed leak? - - - or a supposed friend 'dunked' your hand while you were snoring? O.K.! - - - I give up! (I tried!) Grab your S.C.U.B.A. gear, and head to bed! B.V.A.
I like the idea but don't understand weather-filled rain... rain-filled weather? yes- but, that's minor. Perhaps the dreams are recurrent from many years before when first you heard romantic wetting bells, or was that Pavlovian? Nice humorous write when I get past the hurdles of misunderstanding.
Worth the wait Mr A. Ironic effect of this poem is that when people read it, they'll laugh so hard... Hugs Anna xxx
From Poetry in Motion to this - very nice! I have to echo Linda's words, below. Go, boy, go (on posting, that is) ! ! ! Est : ]
Hey, Chuckles: What was that Billy Joel song way back - River of Dreams, I think. Chuck, you are so funny but well expressed at the same time. I enjoy your off-the-wall ideas. Scarlett
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