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Massacred teddy bears

Date Written: September 19, 2017
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My fluffy friend kept my desk at work when
from a cubicle, some new French smirk found
it, but its white dust made him turn around;
that bone earth, same 9/11 earth then

where three thousand were scorched by blinding soot, 
and orphaned babies crawled for tomorrow 
choked 'neath two towers of crushing sorrow 
below shoveled ash with a melting boot.

And I, from debris, sought a church nearby
and slept restlessly until this clean bear,  
some young girl granted to me to share
as a pillow, eased my sleeping by

those last dead nights wherein I didn't mourn
until my hands unearthed my daughter, torn. 

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