Another year, another sack of words,

read perhaps by the light of a burning quran,

on a mountain of dogtags and bone.

flesh and blood buys monuments and speeches

and precious few moments of introspection.

Transformation.

Our coin is few, and love too dear,

spent instead on cheap hatred and fear.

No shortage of "other," of "stranger" is here.

Buildings fell, planes fell, markets fell.

And nothing changed.

Here's a trinity: Love. Understanding. Forgiveness.

Call this "God."

God was absent that day,

abandoned, forgotten, ignored.