not every life is weighed the same
not all deaths are quite equal value
on her usual beat among the lonely squalor
of the crowded roads her days occupy
vultures dip out their solemn hoods
couple days and the whole is washed
Over at dVerse poets are observing a minute of silence to remember and honour the victims of 9/11. This post is very respectfully dedicated to the many thousand nameless victims of terrorism in my own country, as well as those in the wider world.