A poem ll National September 11 Memorial

When I see the Memorial,
I see all the tears of the World.
I see an empty heart
and I stay without a word...

Rivers and a hard cry
from the sky and beyond
twerking lips looking for a song
and finding nothing than a bound.

Pain and sadness...
They are not good words,
but are the only ones that I can see
drowning and drowning through the spring.