Surrounded by black smoke,
blinking my stinging eyes
each breath more labored
I hear their screams.
What is happening to my people?
To my city?

Turning,
facing the towers
I see the unmerciful flames
like a python
wrapping around the building,
choking out
every last ounce of life.

He comes to the window,
taking his last breath –
jumps.
I reach out my copper hand
to catch him,
but it is too late.
I wish I could help.

Rage burns inside of me.
Pulling off my spiked crown
If only I could lift
my heavy, cement feet.
I want to fight for them.

If I could just get across the waters,
I’ll pick them up,
protect them.
I feel so helpless.