Pillars of Wisdom
The
world turned in its usual round,
A
splendid dawn in pastels gowned.
Then
paused�shuddered � and shrieked.
The
Twin Towers groaned,
Reluctant
bombers, unerring pilots,�
Pierced
once daunted pillars.
Terribly
they tumbled to the ground,
Now
rubble burning hot with flesh,
Entangled
with bone and death.�
Mephisto
raised his fist exultant.
To
God he cried: You gave me leave,
Now tell me who has won!
The
Angels wept for the souls they met,
Wandering
in know-how�s debris,
Not
caring where they were bound.
One
was stern as he looked around.
Calmly
he called to the aimless souls,�����
Who
gathered under his wing.
God
heard the cries � Mephisto�s too ��
And
brooded long at the ways of men.
How will it end? he asked of them.
Frank Thomas Smith
