Sometimes only poetry suffices… When my mind refuses to comprehend hatred, murder, war and profound grief, poetry is a map to somewhere out of fire and ash. A map through the darkness to a light that may still be a long way off. Even now ~

Here are other, better words remembering the ongoing tragedy which began for so many people that fateful September 11th, 2001. Thank you, Philip Metres and the Poetry Foundation — one of my favourite organisations — for reminding me that poetry is more than words. It can also be music that begins healing, records injustice. It can be a voice for those who are silent.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/242580