We
We who watched,
We who survived,
We 300 at the Hoboken triage at 11:00 A.M.
only to meet 3 survivors.
We who lost 8 in our building,
58 in our town,
and thousands across the river.
We who could never imagine such terror so near.
We who were happy that our deceased parents
were not there to see the nightmare
of the reality.
We who watched the empty spaces in shocked grief.
We who still quickly look to the sky as an engine roars.
We who mourn,
We who remember,
We who live in the infinite wisdom that
We will always rise.
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