Into that Hell they ran,
Not one of them oblivious to the certain death they faced,
And likewise not one caring.

Up smoke-filled stairwells
Screams ringing in their ears
As jumpers hit the sidewalks all around
Charged the bravest of the brave,
To make the supreme sacrifice.

Greater love hath no man than this.

And as the embers fade to dust,
And the Manhattan skyline
Retreats to Ground Zero,
We shall remember them:
Our finest flower.

September 9, 2002

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