A Sonnet For 9/11
by Robert Stone

There are no terrorists but only those
who hope their victims will be terrified.
The motives prompting those who struck the blows
are never known by those who quickly died.

When many lives are lost so jumbled close,
it seems that Death has come in triumph grand
but Death is pouring out its daily dose
both far and wide and near and narrow planned.

One here one there another down the way
the count is mounting but it stays unknown.
There is no place in charity's survey
for those who die unhomed, unloved, alone.

Remember thousands lost in easy view
but grieve as well those gone without a clue.