The space between the Twin Towers
is that gaping chasm
where meaning melts into chaos.
Where men fall to their deaths knowingly, intentionally,
and the sound of the bodies hitting ground zero
deafens the soul forever, for it allowed this travesty and
remained silent leaving this space complicit
in permitting their free fall.
She did not change the rules of nature and become dense
to soften their landing she failed to ask gravity to suspend
its laws for those poor souls hurtling to their deaths
she stood silently by.
The space between the Twin Towers
allows for the absence of human and nature’ compassion
the pressure holding those twin towers of human greed
and capitalism apart, yet binding them in a partnership
becomes too unbearable for her
and, while signing on to a suicide pact with the devil in two
jets, she betrays the towers by staying, and surviving
while they crumble and melt.
She has signed a death pact with nature, the devil and
gravity unbeknownst to all of us.
The space between the Twin Towers
is the space that allows us to breathe
an airlock of concrete-free reality
in the tip of concrete lower Manhattan
a lebensraum, but destined to be filled with the Pompeii-
Like ash as they melted downwards to the earth.
The space between the Twin Towers
has remained after the towers have fallen
these ten years, bearing witness to what was once there
as if it has been released from its confinement forever.
And annually the blue lights that fill the footprints of the
towers leaving two eerie ghost-like columns in the sky
that space is exposed once again in its guilt.
The space between the Twin Towers
will be forgotten unlike the towers themselves,
yet it eerily presses on my consciousness
making itself felt in uncanny times.
When at a loss for words theologically, an inability to make
sense of a divine order where human life has become so
cheap my mind wanders to this space;
when the unfathomable horror of human cruelty
of man’s inhumanity to man
makes itself felt in the heart
I am drawn to this space;
and when my own heart of darkness reveals its
inexplicable presence
in my relationships, my little betrayals of self and others,
I find a paradoxical solace in this space.
For me it has become the metaphor
for the absence of meaning
for cruelty and torture
for the appropriation of 9/11 as an icon to make profit
and punditry and for all the trade center represented but
hid so well, the darker side, the underbelly of capitalism
and Wall street.
It also reflects my own failure to confront and act
to just sit on the sidelines of history and watch
(oh how I remember in my idealism of youth
questioning those in Germany and Europe
in the 30’s for their inaction and passiveness.)
Now guilty of the same I feel the presence of this space
bearing down on me.
These last 10 years,
the insane rebuilding to “show them”
the lockdown of our freedoms,
the lack of fundamental change in our society,
the inability to “learn from the tragedy”,
the absence of new vision,
the upsurge in world violence,
the ongoing internecine hatred...
all points to the presence of the absence
the ongoing effect of this space
the presence of its effects
continuing despite the loss of the twins it held together
in tension despite the release of their hubris
it is present the space between the Twin Towers.
