My poem here depicts all mankind… not just male men. ‘Small people’  reminds me of a second-rate 70s pop song. ‘Small humans’ make me think of babies and children. ‘Small Women’ sounds like a piece of fiction… so I am left with my ‘small man’. Which means if the shoe fits… 

the small man

climbs to small heights

within short reach. 

His small mind fills smaller heart 

with tiny thrones

over things yet smaller.

Imposing gaze, 

thunderous little voice,

fail to disguise small words.

Always leave holes

never enough

in empty spaces.