Did he know, when it was too late?
Did he have the cliqued flashbacks
of his life behind his eyes, or
   Did he fly?

If he did, did he see God and all of His angels,
or did he meet Lucifer's delighted grimace?
Did he get a tiny glimpse of that ***** we like to call Fate, if there's such a thing?
Who ever gave him his spirit brutally took it away this day and left behind  Prometheus' signature.

What do we, mere mortals, do with these
  remnants?
They only serve to deny the rest of us the spirit that was born through blood, tears and pain,
   yet absent of trauma.

By June 6, he will be but a memory
  To all but a few.
Through self talks and guidance,
The rest of us revert back to our selves.
But for those few,
  nothing will ever be the same.