no link, but here's the poem:
The Two Towers
The terror strikes, a sudden blinding flash
Of airborne fire, a rending, roaring crash,
A deafening thunderrush that shakes the city,
And the world watches, frozen numb with pity.
In furnace-blasts along the reeling air,
The sky goes black and crimson with the glare.
This we will remember:
Rains of ash storms roiling
Like blizzards in September,
Clouds of blackhearted flames boiling,
Twisted steel and splintered glass seas.
But although we weep today,
This has not brought us to our knees
Except to pray.
~Jean MacKay Jackson 09/11/2001