Airplanes rush toward the Twin Towers
People scream, engulfed in flames
Suddenly silenced as they are consumed
Bodies raining down with third-degree burns
The twins collapse
Their structures fail
Clouds of smoke and dust hurtle outward
Hardened reporters run for their lives
Even if the shoes on their feet
Weren't meant for running quickly
Even in all this chaos
What caused the most pain
Were the tear-brimmed eyes
Eyes mourning heroes
That never came home
