Fallen (Poetry)

They found him on the pavement
rather casually sprawled
and absolutely reeking
so the ambulance was called

but they saw he wasn’t breathing
a great bruise upon his head
and all his bones were broken
so they gathered he was dead.

Just how he came to be there
and why so full of booze
no name — his pockets empty
the police could find no clues...

With no witnesses to question
the coroner was brief —
‘It weren’t the fall what killed ’im
but the concrete underneath.’

Quite possibly an accident
no sign it was foul play
but no evidence was offered
and so nobody could say.

No one claimed the body
and the mystery still clings —
who was he?— and where did he get
that awesome set of wings?