When there’s no choice,
but die or die,
but only space
for how to die,
by flame or fly,
by burning slow, or diving death,
a lonely place, not if or why,
but stay in pain,
or quicker fall -
what is the choice when none at all?
To celebrate as heroes, should,
but brush away the harshest day -
that falling man had had his day -
remain in hell, or fly away.
You look away?
It’s for the man, not you I say:
the unknown soldier
in the air
as life laid down,
the falling man.
Published by Spillwords, 11th September 2023 https://spillwords.com/the-falling-man/