Nine Eleven.
As with JFK,
And then John Lennon,
Moments that we
Indelibly,
Have pressed into our memory,
Carved there by shock,
When worlds were rocked,
And we could only reel,
Too numb to feel,
Beyond belief,
United,
By collective grief,
Wrenched in time,
So now we find,
We’re all aware,
Of exactly where,
We were.