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.