BecomingMan

Un-evolved Homo sapiens a maggot amongst the crowd

A corpse half-life scurry in beneath the fleshy mound

An angel falling away from a once foretold pilgrimage

Knocked off unwillingly pulled down from a now so distant cloud

They say Lucifer when he was thrown away.

Discarded stamped given a label
dysfunctional a reject throw it away

From the heavens he pummeled straight through the ground

Conscionably thrashing through the surface to rest
         In the center of the core

A star plummeting from the sky

Through the soil that holds your feet

Straight balancing your figured weight Satan never howls

No matter how hard you try to simplify the outcome

Everything filters through the palms of these desperate
         Hands grasping piles of sand

Your fault an your fault alone
    Ignoring the only reaching helping hand

          Panic that’s all that’s left
   Loving the things that laws have passed to ban
At the end of it all on the losing side runner up
         In the game we call kick the can