(To commemorate the suicide of an acquaintance)
he was tall
brown
quiet
and one day
as we passed in the hall
he stopped
bent
stood
and offered
the book that had
fallen from my hands
with a nod
as articulate
as any poet's rhyme.
(golden lads and girls all must
as chimney sweepers, come to dust)
he was tall
brown
quiet
and had the most
beautiful
smile.
requiescat in pace,
friend-who-might-have-been.
