Two Thousand Degrees
in memory of Scott Rohner
I only knew you, just you, one
guy who took the fall
when it heated up to about
two thousand degrees on the 103rd floor.
How can anyone begin to imagine that?
I was blocks away, I heard the terrible crash
that signified your doom.
I won't pretend I knew you
all that well, my ex-wife's first cousin.
Now I remember
a kid with a winning grin
jumping on the backyard trampoline
vying for the football with his brothers.
You were just starting out
at Cantor, straight out of school.
Well they say we're all connected
and somehow we all took a big fall
that stunning eerie lovely blue-sky day.
Anyway you're gone, completely gone now.
They've cleaned up the site
but nothing is restored, nothing,
not through our words,
not through our testimonials,
not through our sanctimonious
ceremonies and now
from few thousand degrees of
a survivor like me can only salute
your terrible absence.
And you know, this past year has
been tough but good for me,
personally, a lot of growth.
How is that fair? How is anything
fair anymore? Maybe it would've been
a good goddamned year for you too.