The Suicide Poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

The Suicide



White, I lie
On the remains of an amusement park
Between jagged buildings--
Burning flower... shining sea...
Toes and hands
Reach out into emptiness.
Longing tears the weeping body to pieces.
The little moon glides above me.
Eyes grope
Gently into the deep world,
Sunken hats
Wandering stars.

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