Bound for the new world, they Packed their bags for Manhattan They attacked buildings. On CNN New York's golden feathers Wilted in the flame, but nearby No one spoke of rebirth.   A thousand cities realising their nearness To those two sharing the screen live Peopleless, beneath a pre-apocalyptic sky and   Gushing smoke like the cracked valves, The pipework unstrung Forgotten while it held under pressure, Held up the rocketing towers, Held up an example for other cities to follow If only they could. At last they are praying for the Unblessed bricks. The only disaster The city was not built to withstand Flew in—the handwork of man.