In remembrance

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World Trade Center, December 2012

‘The Names,’ by America’s poet laureate, Billy Collins, about the 2,792 who died on 9-11-01. Here are its closing lines

“Names etched on
the head of a pin.
One name spanning
a bridge, another
undergoing a tunnel.

A blue name needled
into the skin.

Names of citizens,
workers, mothers,
and fathers,

The bright-eyed
daughter, the quick son.

Alphabet of names in
a green field.

Names in the small tracks of birds.

Names lifted from a hat

Or balanced on
the tip of the tongue.

Names wheeled
into the dim warehouse
of memory.

So many names, there
is barely room on
the walls of the heart.”