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                                                                                                      If the Son sets you free, then you are free indeed   --John 8:36
   



                                                                                                      zero.                                                                    The Freedom
                                                                                                      to ground                                                              Tower
 
                                                                                                      not fall                                                                  like a flag
                                                                                                      He did                                                                   made of steel

                                                                                                                                                                                   rises
                                                                                                     frames                                                                    one thousand                       
                                                                                                     in freeze

                                                                                                     down                                                                     seven hundred                    
                                                                                                     the rubble                                                              seventy-six                            

                                                                                                      rode                                                                      feet above                   
                                                                                                      One man                                                                ground zero    
 
 
                       
 
 
 

 
  
 
 

Well done. I especially like this:

down down seven hundred
the rubble seventy-six

rode feet above
One man ground zero

Thanks, Bob,

for reading & commenting.

This poem needs to be read on a large screen; on a small device, such as my smartphone, the format does not appear as it should: as a left and a right column, or the left & right facades of a diptych.




Michael (MV)

The original use of the word diptych was an alter piece with folding doors.
later used by artists for other painted works.
I see why the form can be called a diptych.
I wondered why I was thanked before I had commented. :0)

My Aberfan haiku was written in sympathy of 911.
Its good to remember in respect those still hurting from those terrible disasters