The Ghosts of New York February 25, 2019February 25, 2019 / Jeffrey Thal Two giants looming present although gone, Cast shadows longer than their shadows were. They darken the horizon at the dawn In our minds. One looks, still expecting there To see the columns reaching to the sky Above the bleak surrounding cityscape. Still a collective emotional high Grips our consciousness. We watch the tape Again, again, yet trying to make sense Of what was seen. The images remain Stamped in our mind’s eye. Voices make us tense And turn; we hear a strange mystic refrain, The lost beg visitors: “Please don’t forget The price we paid.” Their absence is our debt. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...