Two rabbits a poem on 9/11.

This poem was written whilst walking above the beach at Bournemouth. Like so many others, having watched events unfold a few days before, I was filled with a sense of dread, of uncertainty and of shock. And yet, even then, a name etched in sand caught my eye, a message of love? And the rabbits carried on, unmoved. This poem is dedicated to everyone who has lost loved ones, across the world, across the great divide, as a consequence of 9/11.

Two rabbits,

oblivious to

two towers tumbling

and thousands of

subsequent oblivions.

Sometimes we forget

that telegraph poles

were once trees,

and that great civilisations,

and their emblems,

never lose their capacity to lose their dominion

and be brought,

awesomely, abruptly,

to their knees.

In the sands at Bournemouth

Someone has scraped a name –


I hope it was the work of a lover.

For we must remember,

That love’s constancy

aims to please.


we are all but as rabbits,

caught in the twin beams of headlights

and impending oblivion.

3 Comments on “Two rabbits a poem on 9/11.

  1. I always enjoy reading your thoughtful words which somehow bring sanity in hard times.


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