When Dogs Sing

It's Sunday night
the weekend is done
as my body winds down from a day in the sun
my spirits are high tonight
the sleep of the bear awaits me
a full week of nothing but lumber
a sacred retreat from a long hard summer

I'm up early on Tuesday morning
I flip the switch on my radio as usual
for Elvis and the Z morning crew
to provide an early elemental stew
but
with the voice of reason a little off today
a burst of confusion seems highly at play
could be a mind-bender for those that are foolish
I think to myself
so I tune in my ear to see what they say
a gaping hole in tower one is the take
a plane hit a building a shaken Elvis states
my brain now grounded and out of focus
when dogs sing
evil is left behind

I walk over and turn on my television
I guess the morning crew was not on a mission
it's very hard to believe what is on screen
the Pix news crew feeling for answers
my spirits now gone
I drop to my seat
my senses alert to something not seen
in the distance a fire now beacons
a plane has landed on DC as weapons
how can this be
a second plane turns towards tower two
my emotions are slow to ingest what I see
when dogs sing
evil is left behind

A statement is made for the world to see
yes
terror can come to those who live free
today America is wounded
the blood of the innocent swirls high to the heavens
as the towers burn with abundant hatred
on the streets
there's a tide of emotion
as a confetti of humanity gathers with anger and tears
and in another place
you can surely feel
they're squirming with fear
because they understand
when dogs sing
evil is left behind

We clean and bandage our wounds
a prayer
a song
a promise
helps to ease a memory that can swallow us all
the terror that spewed lost on the call
it made us much stronger
with the flag that binds us
brighter
and tall
this week
I sat comatized
I treaded a range of emotion unlike any in my life
as my brain comes slowly back in focus
and my spirits make a fragile return
I search my movie collection for something to soothe
my hands grab hold of one for the ages
The Greatest Story Ever Told
In  week of a story I never want to see again
I sit and I watch
and my body is taken to another place
I return refreshed
just to be sure
I never forget
because
when dogs sing
evil is left behind