Requiem To A Suicide

Moments of a silent salutation
motionless upon an instant loud
and scattered in the intervals like oceans
hanging on the walls, unholy clouds,
composite, upright, bodily ungoing,
a tabernacle to its unbelief
in life and light, instead the silence growing
that must have rang its bell there like a thief
a victim of a subtle strangulation
he died a well-directed loss of breath
a chronic halitosis to the living -
trigger, finger, and a loud brief death.
He left me with a burning in my eyes,
and in my loud brief dream I hear a cry.

- 1989-ish