You go to bed hoping to wake from a nightmare. Screams live around me now. I want to break out in them. Tears I cannot shed. They rise in a column of smoke and gypsum. They scatter their ash on us. The thousands, the thousands who died. Who lie buried in broken steel and concrete. Alive. In hope. Aircraft carriers to the harbors of the free city. The city I love. Army on the street. Come downtown and you will be arrested. Every threat to every bridge, credible. Schools closed. How many children's parents will never bring them there again? Remember them. Send us your hearts. Our's are broken.