Our hearts cleaved that horrific day.
by Albert Ahearn
The early morning sun shined bright.
No clues were noticed-giveaways
that could forewarn the urbanites.
It began like any Tuesday.
A workday for most New Yorkers.
People bustling to the subways
on their way to their employers.
Still early, not all arrived where
their designated work stations
are situated. Poor souls! unaware
of their imminent destruction.
Suddenly, at eight forty two
A living bomb with mal-vigor
Intentionally, in plain view
Crashed through the north twin tower.
All screaming, jumping casualties,
Burning, smoking, funeral pyre.
When suddenly at nine O three
a second struck the south tower.
Both monoliths are now aflame.
Confusion reined both high and low.
Towering infernos became
A cataclysmic horrid show.
Meanwhile, firemen tried in vain
To rescue those inside the traps,
Doomed victims of the deadly planes.
My God! The south tower collapsed!
All the humanity within
The conflagration expired
In an instant: Men and women
Buried under concrete and fire.
Standing alone and mortally
Wounded, amidst ash and rubble
Like a saint at the stake, bravely
Awaits the inescapable.
“Commit their bodies to the ground;
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.” An instant grave mound:
The north tower collapses.
Never! Will our lives be the same.
Witnessing the loss of our brethren:
Over twenty nine hundred claimed
That day: September eleven.