The Fall

The man’s toes curled over the edge of the 7-story building

Another poking behind him

His palms were spread

Fingers stretching the plains

The stars

It all

Once again

One belted for the catch

One cheered for the fall

The others viewed in a sublime horror

Many did not know him

Yet they felt him

They felt the gravity

Overcome by an immense pressure

Yet to set in was the lingering reality

His neck open to the atmosphere

His body quivering, hands still

His eyelids bolted

‘Shall this truly be real!’

The woman reached to him

In vain was the attempt to prevent destiny

He was accepted into the void

Cast by the hand of the mob

With a push,

He tumbled

His body,

Crumpled

Pavement shattered bones

Torn ripen flesh

Gaudy lights

Displayed the rest

Let not his descent

Equal a mere consequence

For his sacrifice is unrivaled

Shall the witnesses be discipled