Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Daily Suicide (After The Albanian Of Bardhyl Londo) - Poem by Anthony Weir

We kill ourselves every day
At grubby tables in the café
At the polluted racks of newspapers
In corrupt circles and sordid intrigues
We slowly kill ourselves
And of course we don't realise it.
Eventually the moment comes:
to take out the revolver -
but you can't pull the trigger
because you are already
a long time dead,
and it is well known that
the dead can't kill themselves.

Comments about Daily Suicide (After The Albanian Of Bardhyl Londo) by Anthony Weir

  • (4/7/2006 2:20:00 PM)

    I like the twisted mind in this one Anthony! lol Sorry! I know I should not laugh at death, but it is a habit and you know how are they are to break? 10 from dying for a laugh! Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006

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