Listen to our roll call
of those who died
on that dreadful September day,
following their American Dream:
Patrick Adams
Leslie Arnold Austin
Rudy Bacchus
Kris Romeo Bishundauth
Pamela Boyce
Annette Datarom
Babita Guman Nizam Hafiz
Ricknauth Jhagganauth
Charles Gregory Jolin
Bowanie Devi Kemraj
Sarab Khan
Amerdauth Luchman
Shevonne Meutis
Narendra Nath
Marcus Neblett
Hardai Parbhu
Ameena Rasool
Shiv Sankar
Sita Sewnarine
Karini Singh
Rosham Singh
Astrid Sohan
Joyce Stanton
Patricia Staton
Vanava Thompson
These are our dedicated,
hard-working country people,
who travelled from South to North
to savour just a small bite
of the Big Apple.
We will always remember them.
It was an ordinary September morning
just before the Autumn leaves
began to fall.
I sat horrified, speechless
in the privacy of my living room
watching the twin towers
fall.
I watched half-naked, innocent people
parachuting in panic, plunging
to escape death
only to splatter and sprawl
like shot eagles.
I watched brave, dedicated people
selflessly swarm into danger,
defying death
then taken down one by one
falling
in the line of duty.
This circumcision
at our gate,
this bleeding initiation into terror
completed a crucifixion;
painful double spear thrusts
in our side.
After witnessing
wicked deeds of wicked men,
I walked,
escaped my living room
for the green open park.
I watched chipmunks and squirrels
jump and fall so playfully
up and about the maple trees.
Clouds of white seagulls
sailing, silently circling
in our open, dangerous sky.
My faith restored,
I left the park
inhabited by God’s harmless creatures,
returned to the privacy
of my living room
to reflect and compose myself.
And when September comes again
just before the Autumn leaves
begin to fall,
I will remember.
My Ajah, handsome, strong and proud,
was an estate-bound, cane-cutting coolie.
Banging juice for the white sahib,
from sunrise to sunset.
The hot morning sun glittered
on his aluminum saucepan,
filled with cold dhal, rice and bhajee,
which he sanayed
with his hard, cane-field fingers,
pinching a red-hot tear-me-rass pepper
as hot as the morning sun.
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