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Man(kind) Down
It still hurts
The images
The pain on their faces
The shock of watching the second plane collide like a giant falling scimitar
The smoke and ash swallowing entire streets whole
The great crying maw of Hell and Death commanding it's pale horse forward
It still hurts
But from every fire is forged steel
From every smoke, a breath of air
From every tear a long, clean streak where the real person is seen and the everyday is washed away
The terror drove some out
But the steel, the breath, and the tears rushed in
Covered from head to toe with determination
There are still lives inside
The burning, injured Juggernaut sways in pain
Tenacious and symbolic of a nation surprised and maddened by the wound inflicted by a sense of righteousness
At that point we just wanted our friends back
Our loves
Our parents
Our children
Our joy
The steels, the tears, and the breaths rush in as many times as they can
Bringing some joy back into the world with every life they save
But The Juggernaut cannot stand any longer
With it's integrity spent from watching it's mate collapse,
It finally falls with a long exhale of smoke.
A long trail of tears.
Shattered, twisted steel in its wake.
The ones that escape tell us of its pain
The ones that did not remind us of our own
True heroes are made of steel
They cry trails of tears 13 years later
And they still hold their breath whenever a plane flies low.
The images
The pain on their faces
The shock of watching the second plane collide like a giant falling scimitar
The smoke and ash swallowing entire streets whole
The great crying maw of Hell and Death commanding it's pale horse forward
It still hurts
But from every fire is forged steel
From every smoke, a breath of air
From every tear a long, clean streak where the real person is seen and the everyday is washed away
The terror drove some out
But the steel, the breath, and the tears rushed in
Covered from head to toe with determination
There are still lives inside
The burning, injured Juggernaut sways in pain
Tenacious and symbolic of a nation surprised and maddened by the wound inflicted by a sense of righteousness
At that point we just wanted our friends back
Our loves
Our parents
Our children
Our joy
The steels, the tears, and the breaths rush in as many times as they can
Bringing some joy back into the world with every life they save
But The Juggernaut cannot stand any longer
With it's integrity spent from watching it's mate collapse,
It finally falls with a long exhale of smoke.
A long trail of tears.
Shattered, twisted steel in its wake.
The ones that escape tell us of its pain
The ones that did not remind us of our own
True heroes are made of steel
They cry trails of tears 13 years later
And they still hold their breath whenever a plane flies low.
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