9-11 POEM: WE CAN MASTER DISASTER 9-11 and the Gulf Coast. Who has suffered the most? My reply is: We can master disaster! We can master disaster! We can master disaster! Don’t let disaster be your master! We buried our dead; it’s time to move ahead. We have to be strong and move on. Land of the free, home of the brave. It’s time to stop crying at the grave. We buried our dead; it’s time to move ahead. We have to be strong and carry on. We can master disaster! We can master disaster! We can master disaster! Don’t let disaster be your master!
Luther Jarman
THE FALL OF ICARUS The sun is bright when Icarus takes flight. Flying from cloud to cloud Icarus is proud. He soars and sings on fragile wings. He’s lord of the air, but when he falls, no one cares. Business as usual as Icarus falls. The world is too busy to hear Icarus’ calls. Icarus—a mere splash in the sea. I wonder, could this happen to me?
Luther Jarman
