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twin towers.

by Andrew S Adams

it was all so simple,
his body like a valkyrie
jettisoned to the night sky
and the moments between
flying and falling were
him at his best
they were his last.

he walked three thousand
five hundred and
twenty-six stairs to the top,
and his enchanted sigh-
enlightenment from a great height
attained after he leapt forth

i'd hold his hand but
it wouldn't stop him

and i think of his son:
the first plane hit
some eight years ago
and now the second tower has
fallen, ground zero is wreckage
inside the heart of an abandoned man
not yet a man by choice but a man
nonetheless

counting down those
three thousand
five hundred
twenty-six
stairs
to
nothing
this was him
at his worst.

02/24/2006

Posted on 02/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

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