Photograph: Rachel Louise Henderson


Golden arches beckon dollar bills,

Hollywood tomorrows, with looks to kill,

Flashing bulbs and neon girls,

The glitz and the glam, swimming in swirls,

Taxis, running red lights, and running astray,

Into a city so vast, where the Stars come to play,


Panic and sirens, throw streets into disarray,

A woman a baby, ‘are you okay?’

A 911 dial tone, the fuse – diffused,

And failed parties, to capture the accused,

Those Firemen’s names, almost up in flames,

Those 9/11 outcasts, told off, put to shame.

*Written in 2010