It was the eleventh
And the world silenced
But I heard them cry
Below the bricks
I saw them reach
I saw them jump
To die
Ground zero
A field of honour
For the despaired hero
Somewhere a sickening mind
Smiled for his terror
Hitler revived
In an empty face
A damaged trace
Of murder
In my comfort
Of my own house
My family gathered
And blessed the days we live
But what would I give
To revive
Those of the eleventh