Nobody heard the contorted corpse
Or saw him as he was falling
He was much disinclined to try to fly
And not free but falling.
Fool, he put stock in satire
And now he’s dead.
He was no newly formed giant but scared man.
Oh, no, not again
(A large sigh blossomed)
He had been fatalistic all his life
And not free but falling.
The Proud Dandelion 