Eulogy in a town where discontent is as much of hatred
as can be allowed
I have been confused, and discontent,
smug and blank.
lies protected all of us,
but we dissolved anyway
molecules unlearned of charge,
overwhelmed in our solvents, complicit, bonds dissipate.
Taking your life changed everything.
Now there is a dustiness; ashy insanity,
impermanence at the centre of things.
It’s become hopeless to suggest
there might be reason.
We dissolved anyway; there
was swelling and a smell of burnt hair in your future,
a last use of a navy suit,
speculation not of the sort you
were attracted to.
a well of weeping.
I expect your children are hiding,
I haven’t seen them.
I expect they’re trying it on,
who to protect
There is so little left to protect.
There is a place where you might lie, or you might not,
where none of us will go.
A poem, 2007