Ken's Poetry

Towering Twins

Together they stood proud
above all others
sharing the same roots,
attracting the rich and the clever –
today’s pilgrims
hungering a magical touch.
Wrapped in perfect skies
the world turned at their feet.

In the end they fell
together
each by a silver bullet.
Their dust rushed
down the avenues
clogged the believer’s mouths
aghast that such hatred
could reach this sanctum –
bring down the dream.