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The Falling Man


When there’s no choice,

but die or die,

but only space

for how to die,

by flame or fly,

by burning slow, or diving death,

a lonely place, not if or why,

but stay in pain,

or quicker fall -

what is the choice when none at all?

To celebrate as heroes, should,

but brush away the harshest day -

that falling man had had his day -

remain in hell, or fly away.

You look away?

It’s for the man, not you I say:

the unknown soldier

in the air

as life laid down,

the falling man.



Published by Spillwords, 11th September 2023 https://spillwords.com/the-falling-man/

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Valerie Bowden
Valerie Bowden
Sep 20, 2023

Thanks for this contemplative piece. It certainly gave me food for thought

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This brought tears to my eyes. I watch the 9/11 docu earlier and 'the falling man ' deserves to be remembered. I landed from jfk the day before so I felt very lucky to be alive.

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Stephen Kingsnorth
Stephen Kingsnorth
Sep 15, 2023
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Thank you for sharing that...

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
Sep 13, 2023

Hi Stephen, A fantastic piece of poetry sir.

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Stephen Kingsnorth
Stephen Kingsnorth
Sep 15, 2023
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Thank you

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