Notes For The Suicide Volunteer.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the guy who passed
away this morning by
hanging himself on that
old mango tree
once confessed that he
is no longer happy
feeling so deserted
and that he has no more
reason left to live,

he took his life away
as he owns it anyway,


but no, he left life here
on the ground three feet
down,

and those who mourn
for him, did so, with
superficiality, for in truth,

they curse him in silence,

not for his
candidness with death,
but for his cowardice
to bear life where its
weight has conquered the
lightness of his soul.