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from the abcnews.com boards:

The Failings of Our Machines

Numb and nauseous, I am
At what's transpired before my eyes
Wisp trace contrails from travelers
Who's souls streak across sky

Bold men and women aboard
Who've put aside their own
To step up to the conquest
For discovery's sake alone

Traveling five miles per second
Becomes a lease upon ones dreams
The fragility within ourselves
To even touch His breadth of scheme

But failings of machines
Mirror short falls in us all
Yet not for thirsts of venture
Indeed we would withdraw

For the ship tethered at harbor
Is safe 'till set to uncertain sea
Always built from beginning
And designed to explore a destiny

So we carry on into this 'morrow
As still bleed our hearts in recent fear
No, not losing human touch, feeling, or sorrow
For the souls we'll now grasp here

Now we give up to our God
With hanging heads remorse
Those that have now become
Part of history's quest's course.

there is something about national tragedies that brings the poets out of the internet woodwork. to those of you who think i'm going straight to hell for laughing (at the poem, not the event), all i can say is that you should have seen what they wrote after september 11.