Stockhausen
A metal bird through city air does glide; Too low, the prayers of passengers within Who perish soon as beak with glass collide — Singed eyes witness the Towers‛ fall begin. They jump: mere specks against the godless sky Shattered to shells in desperation's mire And Death, like eagle, reaps from plummet high; The rest, consumed by concrete jaws and fire. Sense is scattered as rubble and tortured husk Straining beyond reach what it was for While sleepless grief gives way to hollow dusk; What love's but left to start a vengeful war? Yet artists few surpass this I behold: Fell sculpture cast in blood and terror cold.