We as Humans

Pedestal.

A pedestal
is something you put cake on
to spin around
and cut slices out of.
Maybe that's a cake plate.
But it sounds right.
Watch them gleam and shine
chasing flecks of that light
but has it ever
been light?
It's just dizzying spinning
while people steal
chunks of humanity
with comments of 'brave'
for being real at all.
Like you weren't expected
to have a stomach.
But everyone
can stomach cake.
So long
as it doesn't leave lead
in your gut
to weigh down every step
wondering
if any light
will ever come
from your pores
or suppose you'll remain
the same forever.
Press screams with sympathy
down to the pit
where fallen stars go
when the light dulls.
Nothing lasts forever
yet watch the anger arise
as the wind wears wrinkles
at an almost normal pace.
Blind spotlights flash
electing heroes
with unwanted titles
and screech of failure
when they don't live up.
Morals can only be celebrated
under good lighting.
There's no talk
of the prep.
The limelight
makes people green
with envy
and the subject
lime green
to be living their dream
and still
be miserable.