Fall Poem by Will Althen

If I were to fall from grace
would my throne persist
if my Godly pulpit gave came from under me
like an executioners stage
would I still be looked upon so glowingly
and have the power to take away my faithful servants sighs

Or will I find the noose to be your finger
wrapped tight about my neck
Once strong, now frail
I have masqueraded as a strongman
But my flesh has been stripped now to an embryo
I have found that once your arms loosened themselves from me
They take my skin with them

When I take off my mask, my crown
Your plans seem to drown
But at least I've shown you
I'm only human