And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains.

"Ozymandias," by Percy Bysshe Shelley

They stood here. Here. I saw them myself: twin titans flexing steel-girded muscles in the body of America.

Years ago, I rode on one and the ride seemed to take forever-110 floors from its sure-footed feet to its haughty head.

Then those planes hit, and the whoosh! dropped the titans in a flash, their smoking heads crumbling into piles of rubble.

And what remains, bowlegged shafts of twisted metal guarded by waffled walls, stands as silent as the monarch under the sand.