I was not there the day the towers fell;
I watched, as others did, on the TV.
I saw the airplanes rip the buildings' shell
And stared when there was nothing left to see.
I know I didn't think that it was real,
Nor am I certain still if I believe
That two such wonders of concrete and steel
Could vanish - yet despite that shock, I grieve
For full three thousand men and women there
And those who have not, and will not, be found;
Those who so desperately took to the air
And lie unburied, yet one with the ground;
A single grief is great enough to stun
What can we say about a general one?
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