dyed-in-the-wool

The zealot flies; buoyed by the updraft of his certainty,
his passionate intensity, and a possible propensity for insensitivity.

And they,
staunch supporters,
dyed-in-the-wool devotees
are lifted too.

His flight carries all...until one disagrees
(variance causing imbalance)
and must dropped so the others may soar.

And the others cheer and jeer the plummeting figure,
and the next,
and the next,
and the next;
happy that it is not they,
only aware that as his load is lightened
they soar higher,
oxygen thinner,
until the irony cannot breathe.