We watch them
scramble
backwards 
on an escalator
the lights 
of the mall 
like large
precious stones 
in the blacks 
of their eyes
we watch 
our TVs
in some sick 
hope of failure
we watch
the great orator
jump 
from his copter
as 300m people 
slide slowly 
towards 
the edge
we watch
with  a little glee
& a smug smile
nervously
we watch
for what 
might come next

        

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