9/11

I

waffles ooze blueberry cream, thick
like Fall stuck to Converse soles-
the sky, a minty-blue,
loose on botox-ed backs,
bamboozled eyes-
the Big Apple phenomena

II

unanimous blackness.
eyes bleed congealed red,
choke daylight in
dark fumes of acrid time-
faces search faces lost in
seas of crippled humanity

III

memories all stained-
roses have shriveled, like
helpless tombstones,
screaming signs,
or omens that
earthlings are vying for annihilation

©Mohana Das

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