For the victims of 9/11.
The past, cut by a million tons of steel.
Falling angels, landing hard
On a clear blue morning.
The state of empire
Enveloped in a moving wall of smoke.
Earth covered in dirty flour.
The empty streets, unreal.
Paper, like a scattered stock exchange.
Dust fell, as if a million souls had disintegrated.
Thousands walked out over the bridge, out of the city,
Its cables spun before men made planes.
I had not thought death had undone so many.
The past was behind in smoke.
Into a new world,
Let us cross over the river
And rest under the shade of the trees.
The falling giants, a replay that never stops.
Yet liberty still stands in the harbor.
-- John Solter 2004