"They were dust"--Firefighters Remember Sept. 11 (Found poetry)
by scarlet-mccall
[These are quotes taken from a New York Magazine article around 10 years ago. They are all from firefighters]
"doing funerals....getting the bunting, hanging the bunting...step by step...
When it became a myth, the whole event...
people were terrified, crapping their pants...a woman in the lobby...no legs...her face...like someone took it off with a saw.
Why did I survive?
...None of 'em were ever found. Not even a tool.
I didn't see victims. They were dust... When the wind blew, you couldn't grab them.
long spears of glass...Huge panels turned into shards...a piece of window, a small piece....It's right here in my hands now.
...can't look at a plane landing"