Cautiously we come to the ruins

Where towers fell at our feet

Bricks all over the place

In no order, at all.

 

Months have passed

Since the great fall;

We sit and have coffee

Talk about how angry we were

How we didn’t care what we lost

So long as the entire place

Was ruined.

 

Laughing at some of the most terrible things

We’ve ever told to anyone

Except one another.

 

Which was angrier?

Which felt they got what they did not deserve?

 

Doesn’t matter when you are sitting in ruins.

paper bag