Toppled

My clients had built this pedestal under me and it was so high
I was getting nosebleeds.
I had to fall.
It was inevitable.
I fell.
It was magnificent.
The air rushing past my face,
the impact inevitable but still imminent.
They were magnificent.
They pushed me,
watched me flounder,
saw that I had no safety line,
recoiled in horror when they realized
I'm just a person after all.
We have to kill our parents.
We have to realize we're
all the same.
Faulty.
Sweaty, toilet-using apes,
howler monkeys with guns.
To be mortal... what a thorny gift.
I did my work, then I sat up and picked concrete out of my teeth. I do prefer the air down here.