Post September 11th Syndrome
We used to kiss going up and down,
knowing how the game was played,
stopping along the isles to taste the gold,
learning this new language so we could use it,
forever, in our own personal heaven,
but we got tired of our old selves in the war
plunged into the steely gray sea that was all around us,
dove out into this new world that we hardly knew,
Version 2.0—like nothing we had ever seen before.
Poem taken from Jéanpaul Ferro’s ‘Jazz‘.