There was a time for falling down
And burning and jumping
And all that televisioned sadness.
Jennings outliving his subject
As billowing destruction swipes a city.
Old September imploding a world ending.
New September years upward
In a small corridor
That past is forgotten discarded
And from dustcoated rubble
Long forgotten in scaffolds lies
A bridge between two orphans of the fallout
An ashen wasteland made flowering beauteous
As towers gone are gone
And an abstract concrete bond is consummated in humanity.