The falling man

is at your feet

it’s happened once again.

His latest fail

is incomplete

like everything he’s done.

Why does the man

get up again

no one really knows;

he’s only bound to fall and then

watch out,

there he goes!

The falling man

is on his way

tumbling through the sky

a shooting star;

a hissing flash

precedes his anguished cry .

He’s on the ground

a ruined heap

of humanness and flame;

the ash of dreams

that settles on

him screaming in his shame.

The falling man

is up again

will he never learn?

Is he stubborn, is he dense,

does he just like to burn?

The falling man

is by my side

in everything I do

he’s often helped me tie my tie

and laces up my shoe.

Fallen folks are all around

watch out where you step

or all of us will have our heels

on each others necks.

The falling man

is near you now,

feel burning down his cheek

the cost of failure overcome

for you are also he.

His back is bent

his head is bowed

brow beat, upon his knees;

the voice that cracks

through blood and pain

does not concede defeat.

And you are also he.

And we are also he.