Be Kind, Rewind

Neil Silberblatt

That day,
that cloudless Tuesday,
with its Chartres-blue sky,
I could not watch the news.

Instead, I taped the broadcasts
for later watching.

That night,
that quiet night
marred only by the ululation of widows,
I re-wound the tape and watched in reverse

as towers rose from toxic dust
as windows formed from shards of glass and
micrograms of mercury oxide
as confettied papers re-assembled themselves into
binders and file cabinets
and as young men
spread eagled like Icarus
   in casual business attire,
      ascended on plumes of ash
         against the Chartres-blue sky
           and reached their offices,
             just in time
              for that all
10:15 conference call.