A vast endless crumbling
heaping rubble standing precariously
threatening to topple and crush the world.
Smoking, burning unquenched
the fingers of jagged hatred reaching
knifing askew crafted as though by hell itself.
Acrid, putrid stench arising
young and old buried alive now silent dead
cold blooded evil shown in burning flesh.
Day becomes darkness pure
steeping a vast glittering concrete jungle
in an inky emptiness of soot, shock, despair.
Clinging for existence to a thread
spun of gossamer hope unfounded
that lives may spring from such hellish scene.
None emerge from the horror unscathed
and most lie dead fused to dust and rubble
entombed forever in the vile stench of terror.
Gone forever, the towers and foolish innocence.
Karen Quinn 9/11/2001