The hero fell

The hero fell,
as the people watched

Why could they not stop staring?
At the fall of a hero who would not stop caring?

Did some watch because otherwise, they would not believe it true?
The destruction of a person and they thought above me and you?

Did some watch out of delight, to see they who flew high lose their wings?
Were they satisfied to see that the uncaged bird no longer sings?

Did some watch out of disbelief, because they had been taught to believe,
That in some way, somehow, the hero always finds their reprieve?

Did some watch out of cynicism, happy to see them fall from high?
Using the fall as proof that the hero could never have flown in the sky?


Maybe, amongst the crowd, was the one who plotted the hero's fall
Perhaps scared, perhaps happy, possibly even a bit regretful


The hero fell,
But I do not know why the people watched.
Maybe they didn't know either.
I didn't.