Eleventh Hour Poem by Goddy Nana Mens

I watched him fetch the rope
Said he was too tired to mope
I watched him tie the noose
Said there was all to gain, none to lose
I watched him plant the chair
Said there was a better life after here
I watched him climb, noose in hand
Said, dreamily, he was almost in the new land

I begged him down, heart in mouth
I knew this was not the way out
He gulped the very last of his drink
I knew he was too drunk to think
But still I cried, I begged, I pled
Hoping to touch a sober nerve in his head

But the chair flew with one drunken flick
Body jerked and legs began to kick
As his neck snapped, the rope held fast
I knew that ghoulish gasp was his last
My eyes watered and my insides bled
With him died the peace in my bed

Now I am heavy, my guilt none can tell
As though he had by my very hand fell
The peace in my bed I desperately long
But my dreams are of naught but dangling feet and spewing tongue.