from tweny-five years ago,
the dawn of a new century
none of us realising
the horrors which lay ahead.
We stepped outside from the workplace
to view the darkening heavens.
Was it my imagination or did birds
cease singing from the trees?
Some people smoked, some I have forgotten
but the survivors so different today,
all ghosts, many not here anymore.
I recall my old self staring in awe
then return to reality once more.