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9/11 - The Jumpers (Free verse) by Caducus

Kodak graves Imperial canvasses, where the fallen made impact as flesh spears in soft pools of voyeurs eyes. Kodak graves, desecrated by censorship by memory assassins in a white house built on the land of free speech. It happened, pavements were portals leaving a symphony of haunting vellum drums. It happened, Allah was a household name his beard an omen in cirrhus clouds, Islam’s message was a 747 on a jouney to America crash landing on Muslims. It happened. The jumpers jumped. Twin towers fell and what has risen ?

Caducus 31-Mar-06/12:29 AM
You've picked the part of the poem which is basic yes. The klast stanza is possibly preachy maybe though i wanted to pose a question.

A lot of thought has gone into this, for instance cirrhus clouds are beard shaped and travel east to west,pavements were portals (to heaven? an epiphany of hope?) Kodak graves - hopefully thats obvious.

I hope irony is in here too in stanza 2.

These jumpers were often referred to as 'suicide jumpers' - harsh words from some especially in the fact that catholics go to hell if they take their own lives, but hell was forced upon these people and it was burn or die. I would feel like shit as a relative having people label my loved one as a suicide jumper because faith is tested in loss enough as it is without the wounding words of those that play god with statements.

Poetry like this is always a taboo in a way but I tried hard to avoid cliche and trite images and the basic part was their to lead people to how they feel now years after, slightly desensitized and less raw from that day and re-evaluate how they feel about something that was attempted to be covered up when infact everyone knew.

All Americans i know are educated, decent people except for one and he's the guy who wouldnt know the hole in his ass.

Thabnks for reading it.




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