Replaying the Image by Donna Lee

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This poem is part of the special section, New Poems of U.S. History, reflecting on the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence selected by editors Carolivia Herron, Summer Tate, and Robert Bettmann. You can read more about the section on the Day Eight website here.

The towers keep

falling. The towers

keep falling. The

towers keep falling.

The towers keep

falling. The towers

keep falling. The

towers keep falling.

Again. The plane.

The blast. The towers

keep falling. On TV,

on every channel I turn

to, the towers keep

falling / falling / falling.

I want to leave.

I want to see.

I don’t want to

see the towers

falling. Even when

the news anchor tells

me again. How do the

towers keep falling?

The towers keep

falling. My heart

drops within my

body. Another body.

The towers keep

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Donna J. Gelagotis Lee is the author of two award-winning collections, Intersection on Neptune (The Poetry Press of Press Americana, 2019), winner of the Prize Americana for Poetry 2018, and On the Altar of Greece (Gival Press, 2006), winner of the Seventh Annual Gival Press Poetry Award and recipient of a 2007 Eric Hoffer Book Award: Notable for Art Category. Her poetry has appeared in numerous anthologies and journals internationally, including Cimarron Review, Feminist Studies, The Massachusetts Review, Southern Humanities Review, and Women’s Studies Quarterly. www.donnajgelagotislee.com

Featured image Carol M. Highsmith, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

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