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Crimson innards splatter cross front-page headlines,
stuff airwaves and Internet.
Excited leader led libido
stimulates overtly dramatic pundit jabber.

It’s been nearly 10 years since 9/11.
Spontaneous celebrations erupt at Ground Zero
into chorus of patriotic songfest,
kissing and hugging in a play that is
reminiscent of the end of WW2.

One thing is perfectly clear.
Humans are so easily killed.
2 bullets to the head and chest
splinter the skull into pieces,
unravel intestines onto the pavement
photos too shocking for public viewing.

Don’t pop the champagne cork quite yet.
Survivors and supporters seethe.
Someone will step into his blood-soaked sinister shoes.
Someone will fill the hate filled gap.
Someone will exclaim and extract revenge.
The angry circle never ceases.
You can’t kill malevolent memory of the malicious mob.

Woodstock, New York
May 18, 2011