Falling Man (A Pogh-Hymn)

“Falling Man”

My confession: When you fell forward
and didn’t put your hands out to catch yourself-
fell forward into the black wet shine of the street-
my first thought was this-
hopelessly selfish:

I would never have the chance to tell you
that you were right- you had called it-
I was turning soft, that just this morning
I let someone drink in my car, and he wasn’t even
a diabetic gulping apple juice, anything to raise
his blood sugar after an insulin overdose-
no, he wasn’t diabetic, and there was no medical reason for it-
he was just thirsty, and I let him drink, in my car-
not even something clear: Chai tea, or something-
hopelessly hip, sweet, expensive- I let him drink it-
there might even have been milk in it-
I can’t remember- I finished it, but by then
it was cold, tasteless.

After, I cried because I’d never tell you this-
and you-
you truly listen, while I-
I only wait to speak.

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I ran across a website which contains some very good photographs, photographs that don't lean on anything.

http://www.evandroteixeira.net/

I think the site is in Portuguese.