This kind of crystallized my feelings about New York after 9/11. It took a while to get it where I was mostly happy with it but I still wasn't satisfied so I didn't post it anywhere. Last year I pulled it out of the brush heap and cleaned up a couple of rough spots in the meter. I decided I needed to leave it alone - it's probably as good as its going to get - and just post it on my site. Sometimes you gotta let go and let something be what it is, however imperfect.
Night AlarmCopyright (c) 2004,2008 by Ralph Mack. All rights reserved.
From lofty heights to utter dark,
Within this city beats a heart.
Daunted by its numbing numbers,
Restlessly the great heart slumbers
Wakened once to loss and pain,
The great heart falls to sleep again.
By brotherhood but half remembered,
A word, a touch, when facing danger,
That made a brother of a stranger.
Now by the light of coming dawn,
The great heart cannot sleep for long,
For night alarms are oft a warning
Of what waits for us by morning.
But whatever troubles may befall,
This heart is greater than them all.
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