Iconic image of one man falling with grace towards his most certain end
from a Tower hit by an icon of Western Civilisation.Two collided-both ended.
One will arise while the other will be reinvented.Pre-censorship,we
watched his fall as if from Eden in the sky-a choice made
to be followed by others high above help.To die usually takes lifetimes.
Brief flight as more than metaphor.Wingless weight.Choice taken.
Only afterwards the censors denied decisions-'they were pushed'
Splats upon pavement cut from broadcasts/as were images of so many others..
One falling man when one in ten made the same decision.
Even when his identity revealed,questions remain-why?how?
Through broken windows or from heights of Towers
Sailing down with improvised failing tablecloth parachutes
we all watched.Until the TV became official commentary
and the truth of image stolen from our eyes views.
Since that day,we have all fallen -into wars,casualties,pride,anger,
A new Tower reflects our need to rise again.
One falling man disputes all our opinions.
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