Stopping to Watch the Sky Fall
           – After Robert Frost

As smoke-torn sky hurls down its mass,
Unfurling clouds shroud towers’ collapse –
A thunderous, Jovian rape,
Hailing stories of steel and glass.

The monstrous cloud ravages day,
It storms down streets with blinding wake.
In choking soot, the people shout,
Some trampled trying to escape.

While watching towers shower down,
The hand lifts up to cover mouth,
The reflex to suppress a scream
Or keep one’s soul from rising out.

After the smoke has ceased its sting
The eyes will burn from what they’ve seen,
And burn still deep in our dreams
And burn still deep in our dreams.