falling man

a blue blood sky torn by an orange flash

then another

duel dancers of death

plumes of ash flight to the heavens paper pieces stream dotting and dappling the transit of the falling man as facsimiles of his fate

the citizens of the island of the Manhattes are vapourised or dusted in angry caskets

the crucible of a savage destiny

totemic towers collapse in righteous anger as the Prophet avenges

America’s longest war

futile as history itself

i can’t breathe a young woman spoke on the final tower of her life

Dan Pagis poem at Yad Vashem

“WRITTEN IN PENCIL IN THE SEALED RAILWAY – CAR

here in this carload

i am eve

with abel my son

if you see see my other son

cain son of man

tell him that i

here

in

this

carload

i

am

eve

with

abel

my

son

if

you

see

my

other

son

cain

son

of

man

tell

him

that

i

Falling man