Such dense thuds (>>>smash, scream, heartstab) cannot be captured,
Just as flames rising above trees were not,
Nor can the mortal majesty of tragedy’s togetherness,
Water shoved down the throat, the comforting embrace, solidarity,
The living – loving – in dead square.
Screens that turn black have now eroded bits of memory,
If they were ever really real (even for a horrorflash).