Incinerated September blue sky,
steel and glass tower twins
hit by planes came down with
cacophonous noise. Came down as clouds of dust,
as metal, glass, as human bones
and bodies and ash.
Came down as workers, fleeing
from calamitous horror, with
venerated bravest, finest,
running toward hell to save the
unsavable not even themselves.
Came down, as people searched and
cried amid the rubble, as school children
telling teachers that birds were
on fire as people trapped jumped
one hundred floors or more ablaze.
Came down, as diabolical cowards
worlds away caught the city unwares,
Until as last over ground zero, our
flag was raised and our lives changed.
-- Mary Crane, Williamstown
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