So gently falls the mist of peace today:
Gaunt skeleton of steel industrial frame
Is all that's left of the city blown that day.
The grave of nameless ones who bore no blame
We live in exclamation and die in cipher;
Life's manuscript we write with plan and care.
Down through the years our acts we hope to share
With those unborn, from prints our deeds decipher.
Words are my notes
Of bronze, silver, and gold:
Hung on a scale,
Melodious and bold.