''H ZoiV o' LogoV - Ground Zero: Life is the Word

 
Towers Down

Crashing planes. Flaming

Tower one
Tower two.
Dreadful sounds. Collapsing Towers.
Last cries of three thousand souls.
Avalanches of debris and rubble
Rolling down streets
Swallowing cars, people, everything.
Glimmering of vanishing life and light.
Doomed firemen and squealing sounds
From their portable motion detectors. 

Three thousand bodies, broken, bleeding, burning.
Giant metal walls ripped into jagged chunks.

Twisted steel girders. 
Towering piles of rubble.
Smashed burnt cars as if 
Pulled out of a blender.
A smoldering inferno.
A catastrophe.

Three hundred and fifty firemen and many, many police gone.
Every three blocks, six feet high and fifty feet long, 

Relief supplies on skids: 
Bottled water and juices, 
Sweaters, shoes, buckets.
Buckets to sift for remains.
Everywhere recently installed shrines of
Candles, flowers, flags and posters 
Of smiling missing victims.

Firehouses with bunting in mourning colors,
Candles, flowers and posters of their missing.

Weep passing Engine 24-Ladder 5 Firehouse 
Where eleven firemen are gone.
Surviving residents clap as firemen pass by.

Blankets of gray ash everywhere.

Smoldering smoke. 
     Water streaming.
          Closed empty stores.
                   Stunned residents.
                         Eerie Silence.
                              Cataclysm.
                                     Inferno.
George Cladis 9/11/01
 
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New York, NY 10013
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