catching children before they fall from cliffs can be tiresome perhaps ‘tis our mission to prevent the fall
but
we fail slashed down by numbers and slashes 09/11/2001 slashes, numbers blood, sweat, and tears mangled memories and fears
if they could only play longer in fields of rye but we must blink an eye then they grow grievances not wings, fall from friendly fields and from our sight and make the plunge into the fiery night
if only numbers and slashes would not prevail…
title is reference to a story by J D Salinger and there are also allusions to his writing in the poem