[Newspoetry] reverse chronology poem

[Joe Futrelle]

In New York City, rescue crews began to place bodies back into the
smoldering wreckage of the World Trade Center as firefighters sucked
water off of the remains of the building, igniting a fire.  The haze
everywhere in the air was condensing into plumes of smoke lowering
themselves into the growing fire which began to construct what would
become the foundation and lower floors of the buildings.  As night
gave way to twilight the fires grew and stragglers began walking south
towards lower Manhattan.  More and more smoke and ash began to collect
itself and rush towards the fire.  As afternoon approached, an
enormous pile of debris rose up and formed itself into a 47-story
office building which began to collect plumes of smoke.  Activity on
the street increased as rescue crews departed and ambulances came and
went to bring bandaged people from the hospital where they had been
injured and carry them on stretchers into the chaos and smoke.  Some
simply had splints and bandages removed and were released so they
could run towards the scene of the construction.

Anger gave way to fear as morning approached.  As more people ran
towards the partially-formed towers, debris began to rise up off the
Manhattan streets, repairing damage to cars and buildings and healing
many injured people nearby.  The smoke and ash continued to condense
until it was impossible to see as hundreds of people ran towards the
gathering structures.  Eventually, the smoke and ash condensed into a
wall of smoke and debris which retreated towards the plaza, until
finally it began to form itself into the first tower, which rose like
a phoenix out of its ashes.  People flew from the ground into the
windows of newly-constructed tower, where the flames were confined to
a small, as-yet-constructed section near the top.  Everyone on the
street stopped where they were and stared at the tower with the
growing realization that another tower was about to form.

In Washington D.C., a burning section of the Pentagon repaired itself
as rescue workers rushed people into the building.

In New York City a second office building collected itself from ash
and debris and rose up, taking its place next to the newly-constructed
office building to the North.  Both buildings continue to collect
smoke and flame near the top floors.

When the news came that the Pentagon had completed its repairs and
ejected a passenger plane, bringing dozens of people to life, the mood
in New York became somewhat lighter -- although there were still
injured people waiting to be healed by rising debris.

The smoke on one of the towers began heat up and thicken, forming
itself into a fireball which collected shards of debris from the
street and formed itself into a passenger plane, abruptly assembling
the remaining floors and structures of the tower, ending all of the
fires, and beginning the lives of hundreds of people.  The completely
intact passenger plane flew away from the tower at alarming speed.

On the street, terror and shock gave way to concern and interest as
people watched for a second plane to emerge from the second tower.
Everyone knew that soon enough everything would be back to normal.

--
Joe Futrelle
editor-within-chief
Newspoetry daughdt kom