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A Melting Pot.

Updated on February 8, 2010

A melting pot!


On September eleventh, 2001
on the one hundred and seventh
floor of the World Trade tower
during that fateful hour
when collapse was imminent
a mass of perhaps forty-five souls
just victims yet to be
huddled in the smoke and gas
coughing and praying and gasping
for air no longer available
Arab, Jew, Indian, Afro-American
Chinese..Japanese, Egyptian...
Italian, Swedish, American..New Yorkers
and many more unknown
even still a year later
a multi-racial, ethnic mix
working as one together
for just those few moments
with one common goal
to escape what truly would be
in just minutes
a melting pot
of mass proportion
that would include
their small slice
of humanity represented
on that floor
in that space and time
a gathering humbled by
their own mortality
realizing at that instant
that death is the great equalizer
none of them were more important
then the rest and would as one
be enveloped together
forever in the ashes and debris
braver souls had already leapt
in a plunge to eternity
minus one hundred and ten floors passed
prayers of all faith ascended
no one judged another man's beliefs
at this time
no one felt that their God was better
in fact some wondered where he was
some talked to families
on cell phones that no longer annoyed
any of those around them
with the loud chatter
yelling to be heard
above the roar of the flames
and falling debris and the
screams of those jumping
to escape the burning of flesh and bone
in exchange for the mangling of
flesh and concrete....
a melting pot city
now literally melting around them
no where to go...all exits except
D E A T H ! !
now blocked and impassable
seconds from the final breath
eyes wide in fear
looking at each other and knowing
that this is the day
these are their companions
on a journey never undertaken
to a place they all
believed would be different
and much later!
all things that once mattered
now trivial...inconsequential
as with a huge whoosh...
the floors collapsed
and they fell into the vortex
as one.........................


black mingled with white
Palestinian with Jew
Egyptians, Pakistanis...Indian
forty-five collective souls
caught up in an instant
from their shattered bodies
together they gazed
at the wonder of it all
seeing their fragile
shells that they left behind
vanish in the dust
ascending together
to face one God
of many names
who granted them entrance
as one...not separating them by
racial or ethnic categories
but gathering them in his arms
to comfort and welcome them
as victims of man's free will
gone awry in a monstrous way
Ahhhhh, the angels were busy that day
bringing in the earthly damned
to a heavenly rest
and the demons too claimed souls
nineteen for sure and others who ignored
the faith and all it offered
a melting pot where some emerged
as pure as gold and blessed
and others fed the smelting
of all of the world's most evil
where they will
dance in the eternal flames
not caused by crashing planes
into masses of humans encased
in stone and steel......
viciously taking lives
on mad men's whims
isn't it truly sad that we
usually only realize
how precious we all are
to each other
and of how little importance
our differences are
when we wind up dying together
and truly need each other regardless??
May God bless all the people
of this planet and give them peace
and may his wrath fall
on all who would do harm
to any of his precious inhabitants
of this earthly plane.



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      seasoning 7 years ago

      i am intrigued by your writing for sure

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      MFB III 8 years ago from United States

      Love the satire in this poem by Calvin Trillin. Sadly there are many who believe such tripe, such as he's paid enough for his crime...get over it. That is easy to say when it is not your own daughter. I write my hubs here, but I also rewrite poems from my collections of 4,460 some works, and then repost them here where most likely none who are hubbers have ever read me before. I tended to frequent closed membership poetic sites, and used them to create a vast grouping of my works. Nevertheless I appreciate your reads, and hope some of this pulp inspires you to more writing. I do owe you some reads myself, which I shall attend too as soon as I am able to. Not out of obligation...nay but simply with sheer delight.~~MFB III

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      Ralph Deeds 8 years ago from Birmingham, Michigan

      MFB III, just curious, are you writing these poems as you are publishing them on HubPages or are your Hub poems ones you've written previously over a long period of time? I haven't read all of them, but I have enjoyed every one I've read. Keep 'em coming!

      You remind me a bit of one of my favorite poets--Calvin Trillin. Here's one from this week's The Nation:

      What Whoopi Goldberg ('Not a Rape-Rape'), Harvey Weinstein ('So-Called Crime') et al, Are Saying in Their Outrage Over The Arrest of Roman Polanski

      A youthful error? Yes, perhaps.

      But he's been punished for this lapse--

      For decades exiled from LA

      He knows, as he wakes up each day,He'll miss the movers and the shakers.

      He'll never get to see the Lakers.

      For just one old and small mischance,

      He has to live in Paris, France.

      He's suffered slurs and other stuff.

      Has he not suffered quite enough?

      How can these people get so riled?

      He only raped a single child.

      Why make him into some Darth Vader

      For sodomizing one eighth grader?

      This man is brilliant, that's for sure--

      Authentically, a film auteur.

      He gets awards that are his due.

      He knows important people, too--

      Important people just like us.

      And we know how to make a fuss.

      Celebrities would just be fools

      To play by little people's rules.

      So Roman's banner we unfurl,

      He only raped one little girl.