9/11 Poet Timely?

Billy Collins, US
Poet Laureate when the
Twin Towers came down
As if by design.
And others burned.
Flight Fell out of the sky.
Pentagon prevaricated.
Did that match up?
Visions of poor souls
Leaping into oblivion
Without options.
Firefighters stunned
But still going.
Dust covered shoppers
NYC tourists and office
Folk scrambling.
Heads jerked upward
Tear flooded cheeks.
“Has there been word yet
Of Charlie, Mary Anne, Sue?
Which bastards did this?”
Imagine super-jets
As bullets of hate and FEAR.
Piloted by fiends who did not
Know how to land the thing.

And Billy is in his den.
Writing stanzas about
His bowl of fruits.
Remembering one at a gallery
By C. Monet.
Plopped on a table
By a window viewing
Impressionist French seacoast.
Azure amazing.
Children with a kite.
Dad getting a day off
At last with the Fam…
Billy brings the normal
With some twist of humour
Or insight
On the grander issues.
Yep NYC needed
Some of the “normal”, 2021.
Wreckage hurriedly removed
From out front of
That Five Sided Building.
Jet? Missile?
CNN rattling their jaws.
Schools all cancelled.
Flags half-masted.