Sounds of 9/11

*Note from the author:
I was only three when terrorists hit the World Trade Center around 8 in the morning on September 11, 2001. I don’t really remember anything from that day. However, I have watched multiple stories on it and its effect on America today, and I feel for it almost as I would if I had remembered.
I wrote this poem using only descriptions of sounds from the closed captions I put on while watching dramatizations and actual footage of 9/11 on television. (Excluding the last two stanzas.) My goal was to create a story that would help people, maybe even myself, to realize just how big of an event this was, and how heroic those who risked their lives for others were (Search Frake DiMartini and Pable Ortiz, two heroes that worked on the 88th floor of the World Trade Center and managed to save 77 people, but gave their own life in the process.)
Since I may watch more of these shows later today, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, there may be more added to the poem by tomorrow. Please comment with your opinions and suggestions. God bless.
-Brooke


Horn blares,
Siren wails.

People screaming,
Woman gasping,
Radio static.

Indistinct conversation.
Grunting,
Workers coughing,
Banging on door.

Pounding.

Glass tinkling,
Telephones ringing.

Metal creaking,
Crashing.
Cable whips,
Electricity zaps.
Rumbling.

Breathing unsteadily.

Wind howling,
Crying.

Voice breaking.

Radio shuts off.

From the billows of black smoke,
To the warbling of sirens,
Comes a changed world.

God bless the heroes,
victims, and their families.
September 11, 2001:
Never forgotten.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.09.2011

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To all of those affected by 9/11, and all everyday heroes.