Bones fall for ambition,
but the world celebrates the ladder, not the bodies.
Like the stars in the night skies,
they are desired, beautiful only when far away.
Up close,
they are vast and unstable,
a spark ready to burn us all.
Still, man desires to claim the star,
though he could never stretch far enough to reach it.
He builds ladders
that crumble with the bones of those
who never asked to climb.
Their stories remain
engraved in broken words,
finished in the mist of smoke.
Yet man remains eager
to lay another unknown body
among thousands still untold.
He climbs higher,
until the thin line between heaven and earth breaks.
His fall is swift
as merciless as the heights he sought to conquer.
He lands upon a mountain of bones,
and still
the star remains unmoved,
waiting
for another man
to desire it again