Men will tumble
right before their fall.
Some at home
some with their mother,
with their father.

Some in grades,
some in shades of different
ladies.

Some in smoke,
some in mirrors,
some in brown cloaks,
some with scissors,
some from bridges,
some at work.

Some in the midst of exceeding expectations.
Some whilst grappling with the growth of misunderstood frustrations.

Some in their house
or in their car, distracted by a call,
and the worst of all
are possessed by war
all throughout their fall.