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9/11
Wake up
I can’t
Mom said
America is being
Attacked. Many dead
Sacked
I wanted to go back
To sleep. Dreaming
Of some other place
Not here. Woke up
New York. Buildings falling
I wanted to wash
My face
Ash covering
Every body
Revenge. Wanna fuck
Those guys up
Who did this shit
No way to fix it
Went to work and
No one was there
Just my boss and his
Indelible stare
Will remember this
I thought. Remember where
I was when the two
Planes hit
The twin towers
At this ungodly hour
Every bit
(7/9/23)
I wrote this poem over 10 years ago and have been tweaking it ever since. I read it at various readings in Nagoya. It has never been published though I have tried. So I publish it here. This version is from 4/30/2020. Enjoy.
Sun
On steel
Blade
Sharpened
The roof
Your stage
Rusted
All assembled for
Your show
You
The writer
The curio
The sickened hunk
Earthy
And possessive
The last and lonely guardian
Of a lost
Empire
Your pen
Mightier than
Sword
Tightly wound
In hachimaki
Seppuku
To finish a death poem:
Pro patria mori
Your head sliced
o ff
For love of
Country
Camilo Omaña Villanueva is a Filipino-American educator. He is originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He teaches at Nagoya University of Foreign Studies in addition to his role as President of Atlanta English School.