Ground Zero


Her name was Susie.
She was a singer
a poet
a dancer
and took excellent care of herself,
praying everyday,
and helping others.
Until "the sickness" arrived.
And a blackbird,
mourning its dead mate,
landed on her balcony.
The poor bird cried at night,
keeping Susie awake,
while she nursed its broken wing.
And then Ground Zero came again
to the Bronx.
Headlines shouted like
thunderbolts --
schools closed, airports closed.
The blackbird recovered
and flew away.
And Susie died that Sunday.

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