On the Suicide of a FriendDavid Anthony"God help the kids!" I heard the neighbours say-- so quick to judge, though mostly they were kind. They saw the sorry mess you left behind and thought you took the coward's selfish way. The coward's way? No, not that I can see. Despair's a snare: they say a fox will gnaw the foot that's trapped, and sacrifice its paw. What desperation drove you to break free? Nor were you selfish. Just beneath the calm, the clouds were gathered; I have seen them too. Darkness deceives us, and I think that you gave all to shield the ones you loved from harm. God--if there's a God-- will grant you rest: you failed, we all do, but you did your best. David Anthony |