Ashy snowflakes

My being is among beasts
Encircled by men, aflame
New York is under siege
Uprise fueled by a zealous passion

But in the midst of first grade class
All we see is the remnants of  cataclysm
I strain but cannot see
Past the shadows obstructing

Dusty debris filling the air
Snowflakes on a winter day
Our teacher, lips pursed, shuts the blinds

Behind the window, black shadows cloak the skyline
Swirls of sirens
Spin my teacher's words
Amid ghosts of skyscraper's spires