the truck moved with much fag

carrying the last post of steel

covered with the US flag

like a river flowing inchmeal...


oh, that river filled with tears

coursing thru life with many a wind

in the heart of New York’s spheres

leaving Ground Zero behind


I looked at the TV screen

with my eyes in lachrymal pain;

not only myself crying at the scene,

whoever unmoved could remain?


constructed in joy at most,

devastated in sobs to condole,

the poor last steel post

plunged deep down my soul!


oh, New York’s sky agleam

where the clouds from now on

carry streams of tears’ steam

flying over Ground Zero yon!  



Vietnamese poem by NGỌC THỦY

English translation by THANH-THANH