I claw at cracked floor tiles to get a grip,
walls shear sidewise into wounds of steel.
Dislocating planes, this floundering ship
is pulled inside out, its organs revealed.
Inhaling dust of exploding plaster,
the girl seeks a haven under a jamb.
Gunshot splinters, steel barely outlasts her,
a wide-eyed puppet; an abandoned hand.
Horizons shudder in a sinusoid,
skipping beats are surprised to turn flatline,
I accept the long fall into the void,
while out of my sight, the city’s dying.
My body deflates, a resigned hiss. Are
dreams of falling premonitions of this?
This famous image, now known as 'Falling Man', seen here in a cropped detail, is a photograph by Richard Drew, which he took at at 9:41:15 a.m., on September 11, 2001 at the World Trade Center New York City.