Henry Macpherson blew me away with this reponse to Simon Armitage’s ‘Out of the Blue’.

 

The giants of New York.

 

Sun rising high on a Tuesday morn,

floating across the sea of blue sky.

Glistening of the giants of the cities sky line.

 

The hustle and bustle of commuters,

busily rushing to work blissfully unaware of what lies

minutes before them.

 

Planes rising high on a Tuesday morn,

floating across the sea of blue sky.

Shooting towards the giants of the city’s sky line.

 

Then out of the blue:

the impact, the horror, the despair

the giants;

 

ripped from life.

 

Help comes; help runs

but is it too late.

then the impact of another plane!

 

The rest is a blur, too hard to see

as I stand there waiting, waiting to see,

will he escape;

will he reach me.

 

This is a moment

we won’t forget

and we must remember the people

we lost.