You see me suspended in space-time <br />as I’m passing the 89th floor <br />Falling headlong, my form is impressive. <br />Sadly, no one will be holding up scores. <br />Just moments ago I was standing <br />at a Morton’s Fork in the road: <br />The fires of hell were advancing <br />where I stood on the 98th Floor. <br />Well can you imagine my terror <br />when I came face to face with the flames. <br />I don’t know why I chose as I did; <br />Souls in torment can never explain. <br />My choice, which was no “choice” at all <br />was to smash through the window and fall. <br />Then the only thing that could “save” me <br />was the camera that captured it all<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-falling-man-a-poem-of-9-11/
