Funeral of Sammy Dye, 9-11-2001

Driving from Copperas Cove to Abilene, Texas.

driving to the funeral of a friend
dead, too young, from cancer
A friend I hadn’t seen
in 30 years, nearly—
Spring like
reports on the radio
like “Martian Invasion”
by Orson Welles.

“Terrorists use planes as guided missiles!”

lines at gas stations
traffic-less roads
churches and gathering places
packed—on a Tuesday
family and friends gathered
in homes—looking
like shell shocked block parties
but, mass wakes
for innocent countrymen

no planes
no trains
no buses