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 inthe handwork of man.