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
