(there was a photograph taken on the day the towers fell, of a man who was falling from somewhere above. there were others, but he became the image that the world reviled as being too personal to display, his death fall too private to print. i think otherwise. i honor those who leapt. such a choice. such strength.)
...........
look
don't look
there on the screen
there on the page
i am the one
they called
the Falling Man
-the falling man-
who could not breathe
who would not burn
who might have leapt
ten seconds free
weightless
above the city
wingless flying
no, no, falling
a made choice
to meet the earth
my fate perhaps
only moments
to decide-
burn drowning
in smoke
take the last
of my life
in hand-
falling
falling
falling
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
*breathe in deep, hold on tight, eye to eye, grin to grin, fall on in, please...
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