Within, 

The bowels of ground zero

View twisted by terror.

Sitting on a column matrix

The candle flames out,

Dreams shattered.

Across a fearing people

Anthrax spreads like

Melted wax

Without,

Flickering vigil

By candlelight.

Closure

For lost souls

And hope.

Fritz von Coelln, October 28^th vigil NYC, 2001