Oh you thoughtless dying
Oh, you thoughtless dying who consider your brother not Call me not your darling when of me you take no thought Consider only your willingness to live on your own terms No one shall take your freedom, no one your bridges burn None shall break your fragile cup before you do yourself None save you from the pain of death by numbing you with their help None shock your heart from stilled to drumming None breath rich into your lungs breathing Before you lock your solid door And your keys in the lock you’ve stored Until the cord from the phone you’ve pulled That you have dropped to the distant floor Left not as much as a paltry line Left your last words echoing in our mind, “Are you crazy, calling the police?!? I’m fine” you inserted There was time, we deserted We hoped again and worried thick We called the police, they came again, quick. We will visit tomorrow, we conferred Too shy of your anger, I didn’t dare call There you went and fooled us all You were gone before the morning April 1st
