Combat Boots

A pair of combat boots in black, Abandoned on the top Of the ramp right by the river Brought me to a sudden stop. Beside them was a khaki shirt, Its arms tied to the rail. Together they suggested That their owner tried to bail. For a leap into the river, When nobody is about, Seems to be a way to end one’s life, An urban exit out. There might be an explanation, Unlike mine, about those boots, But the evidence implies my theory’s What this constitutes.