Trim vs. the System
06-17-2005, 05:53 AM
This is one i wrote a long while ago after having seen pictures of the World Trade Centres disaster. if it upsets anyone or they thInk it is in any way inapropriate then i will get it taken it straight off.
I would like to say though that it is meant to be a work in memory of those who died in this collosal tragedy and is in no way meant to be satirical or derogatory about the incident.
I saw pictures of people falling.
People who had jumped
From a burning building.
Knowing that they would die
When they reached the ground.
What amazing courage.
People who had chosen
Death by gravity over
Death by fire.
Each photo the last moments
Of someone's life.
What i was struck by
Was the shape of some
Of their bodies in the air.
Each told a different story.
One man looked as though
He had backed out of a window
And pushed himself away from
The doomed building.
Looking up into the sky
Arms out wide ready to embrace his fate.
I imagined him praying.
A second man was falling
In a much more controlled way.
He was long and straight,
Arms folded carefully and tenderly
Across his chest.
Last came a woman
Whose clothes trailed behind her
Like flailing extra limbs.
Her face masked in terror.
Arms and legs flailing like her clothes,
Making is seem that she was running
As fast as she could down the building,
Perhaps believing if she ran fast enough
She could break through to the next life.
I looked at those photos for a long time.
Trying to comprehend the feelings,
In one's body when
All physical control means nothing.
Trying to comprehend the feelings,
in one's mind when,
Jumping makes more sense than staying.
Trying to comprehend the feeling
Of approaching flames
Burning one's nose, mouth, skin.
A sense of space.
Infinate space
Trying to comprehend how I would feel.
How i would fall.
Unable to comprehend,
I wept.
Never can this be allowed to happen again.
Dedicated to the 2792 people who died in the World Trade Centre towers on September the 11th 2001.
Rest in Peace.
I would like to say though that it is meant to be a work in memory of those who died in this collosal tragedy and is in no way meant to be satirical or derogatory about the incident.
I saw pictures of people falling.
People who had jumped
From a burning building.
Knowing that they would die
When they reached the ground.
What amazing courage.
People who had chosen
Death by gravity over
Death by fire.
Each photo the last moments
Of someone's life.
What i was struck by
Was the shape of some
Of their bodies in the air.
Each told a different story.
One man looked as though
He had backed out of a window
And pushed himself away from
The doomed building.
Looking up into the sky
Arms out wide ready to embrace his fate.
I imagined him praying.
A second man was falling
In a much more controlled way.
He was long and straight,
Arms folded carefully and tenderly
Across his chest.
Last came a woman
Whose clothes trailed behind her
Like flailing extra limbs.
Her face masked in terror.
Arms and legs flailing like her clothes,
Making is seem that she was running
As fast as she could down the building,
Perhaps believing if she ran fast enough
She could break through to the next life.
I looked at those photos for a long time.
Trying to comprehend the feelings,
In one's body when
All physical control means nothing.
Trying to comprehend the feelings,
in one's mind when,
Jumping makes more sense than staying.
Trying to comprehend the feeling
Of approaching flames
Burning one's nose, mouth, skin.
A sense of space.
Infinate space
Trying to comprehend how I would feel.
How i would fall.
Unable to comprehend,
I wept.
Never can this be allowed to happen again.
Dedicated to the 2792 people who died in the World Trade Centre towers on September the 11th 2001.
Rest in Peace.