This poem is taken from Stand 215, 15(3) October - November 2017.
Poem
When someone alive kills himself…
When someone alive kills himself, among the living there is a great to-do.
As when the house goes up in flames, or one baptizes the baby, or inadvertently crushes the cat under the baby-carriage.
– We saw him so often, a smile on his lips, with a glass in his hand, and he has killed himself, it’s hardly credible...
– And why would he do it?...
...
When someone alive kills himself, among the living there is a great to-do.
As when the house goes up in flames, or one baptizes the baby, or inadvertently crushes the cat under the baby-carriage.
– We saw him so often, a smile on his lips, with a glass in his hand, and he has killed himself, it’s hardly credible...
– And why would he do it?...
...
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