The Long October (2:45)
Nobody screamed out
When the planes
Fell out of the sky
Nobody turned around
Aimed a camera
Or whispered goodbye
When the pilots let go of their yokes
Until buildings had swallowed them whole
Their contrails made traces
Like particles in accelerators
Nobody looked around
As the drivers
Surrendered their wheels
Nobody spoke out
In the congress
Of concrete and steel
On the sidewalks
And on all the streets
All the people
Collapsed into heaps
In companies
In classes
In shelters
In mansions
In the parks
In the prisons
It is finished
It is finished
It is finished
All along the long October
everything said it is over
It is over
It is over
It is over