Dying in the Air
The shaded North Tower, The sunlit South Tower,
Oh God, save their souls! Maybe they’re just birds, honey.
They were blown out, forced out. But no jumpers! No one jumped.
All homicides. Not a single suicide.
We saw you die, when thousands died private.
Does every death deserve a witness?
Falling through space, falling through time,
Falling through memory, falling through history,
Falling into the arms of angels, falling to God.
What did you see? Blue sky? Rising ground?
Did you close your eyes? Did you watch your life?
An exclamation point!
Simple physics trajectory, at terminal acceleration—
150 miles per hour. Left leg akimbo,
arms by your side, upside down.
PLIGHT sized up? Decision,
a torso, an arm, a head, a heart.
It must have felt like flying,
while you were dying in the air.
Diana Davidson, 2020