ani difranco’s 9/11-inspired as-yet-untitled work-in-progress reads in part:

yes, 

us people are just poems 

we're 90% metaphor 

with a leanness of meaning 

approaching hyper-distillation 

and once upon a time 

we were moonshine 

rushing down the throat of a giraffe 

yes, rushing down the long hallway 

despite what the p.a. announcement says

yes, rushing down the long stairs 

with the whiskey of eternity 

fermented and distilled 

to eighteen minutes 

burning down our throats 

down the hall 

down the stairs 

in a building so tall 

that it will always be there 

yes, it's part of a pair 

there on the bow of noah's ark 

the most prestigious couple 

just kickin back parked 

against a perfectly blue sky 

on a morning beatific 

in its indian summer breeze 

on the day that america 

fell to its knees 

after strutting around for a century 

without saying thank you 

or please 

[thanks, Adam]