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To Give Up and Fly

I wonder if the rich man suffers.

That Wall Street millionaire who just finished

Scamming the last old lady of the day.

I wonder if he stands on the roof

and wonders how it would feel to fly

like one of those birds he never noticed.

to let go and plummet through the toxic

fumes of the Manhattan skyline.

I wonder if he thinks that maybe,

just maybe, he will grow golden wings

and soar over all the helpless people below,

escaping this bleeding world that he stabbed

blindly, digging the knife of his presence

into its virgin land.

I wonder if his tie blows up into his eyes

and pulls on his neck as he falls.

like the noose he never noticed was there.

I wonder if he turns away from the street and

looks up at the starless sky

(For there are no stars in this land of smoky solitude)

and wonders if God is more

than the bearded white man that gets in the way

of Sunday morning conference calls.

Does he believe a heavenly hand will come and

Carry him to safety?

I wonder if he thinks about the kids

he was too busy to have,

or his Prozac wife who won't be wondering

about him and why he’s not home yet

to let in their Shih Tzu,

Its affection the only thing that

ever brought him back.

I wonder how he got this way,

how he became the monster I now know.

Maybe he dreamed as a child,

dreamed of helping our lost planet.

I wonder if he thought of riches first,

to give them out to the rest of us.

I wonder if he just got stuck or even forgot

and if he remembers as he falls.

I wonder if the wind forces him around

so he’s facing the street as

it tickles his nose,

and in that moment I wonder if

he sees forgiveness in the sidewalk,

speckled with the gum of his past and warmed

by the countless others to land on its cement.

I wonder if he sees redemption in its cracks,

cracks like the ones in that old lady’s heart

as she wonders how people can be so cruel.