Suicidal Flavors
Can a poet know life who has not felt the call
Of malevolent sirens who cried "End it all?"
How could sharing of feelings not lead one to feel
Pain that's found all around us when people can't deal.
Their perception is love must have no place to hide,
Or exist, if not drawn to known vacuum inside.
Those alone (with no comfort) live strangers to sleep.
Is one drowning who throttles the tears he can't weep?
If the reaper of life should be shoals for your song,
Is your death my discomfort, or help me feel strong?
To me, death’s more a friend I don't bother to fear,
For if dead, am I missing the ones I hold dear?
But, of course, each friend's passing is felt like a loss,
And yet, mystery teases if you think God's boss!
It seems death's no more 'certain,' than 'faith' God is real,
But for me, life's provision suggests Death's ordeal,
Which lasts hardly a second (and lucky escape!),
Brings up less fear than tax! Misanthropical rape
Of our planet's the threat that kills 'Truth' and the past
Like pro-Nazis before them: the future gets gassed!
Long Tooth
April 23rd of 2019
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