a found poem
He departs from this earth like an arrow
relaxed
hurtling through the air
comfortable in the grip
of unimaginable motion
arms by his side
left leg bent
white shirt billowing free
perfectly vertical
in accord
with the lines of the buildings
behind him
he splits them
bisects them
North Tower; South.
he is the essential element
in the creation
of a new flag
steel bars
shining in the sun
something discordant
and therefore terrible:
Freedom.
This poem was found in Tom Juno’s article « The Falling Man » which appeared in Esquire in 2003
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