Alessio Zanelli

Collaps poem
The One World Trade Center, aka Freedom Tower, New York, USA


A snip knocked down the stronghold,
a behemoth of sureties with feet of clay,
in one go, like the tiny pebble big Goliath.
Now we know we’re all in the same league,
none of us leads or is able to sow new seeds.
In saecula saeculorum, as the sky implodes
over man’s crazy, inconclusive endeavor,
a novel never ending flood will follow.
Who’s gone, who’s left, we lost count,
the background picture still unseen,
of all possible nightmares, the worst,
gulped by a bug nicknamed nineteen.
All around the globe, but America first.

First published in Lit Magazine (USA)