29 September 2016

Poem-A-Day #213 : The Suicide

The Suicide

The vertigo of unnatural spaces
          desire to place hand to rail and to swing into the void
                    feel the air wrap around your body encase your skin in skin

Eyes open or closed is the wrong kind of question
skin whole or unbroken closer but just off center

What sort of shape will be left on the earth beneath you

will it be you shaped
          will it look like someone else
                    will it not even a rock be moved