Ground Zero

Tall, twin, they touched the sky, and rose above their surroundings. A panoramic view of the Hudson, the Jersey shoreline within view. 110 layers of cold steel and rivets, that bounced and reflected light from the gray tinted glass. Dual explosions, full of flying debris, shards of glass, desks, and papers. Flaking paint among the compressed rubble, cold, gray, thick slabs of concrete. Hard, rust-colored, twisted tridents, shimmery, silver façades of crumpled metal. Acrid smoke, black clouds of dust, soot and ash that filled the air. Now a vague and empty, hole in the ground, that serves as a cemetery. Quiet and dark as the night, for the piles of bodies, buried.