The final conversation on the ledge circles around, a seemingly indifferent hawk until it spots the luckless fish sucking at luckless mosquitoes at the rim of water separating the lake from the sky. Someone always says, “I don’t understand.” Does anyone ever say, “I know what you meant.”? The headline: “The Most Beautiful Suicide” as if it was it meant to be a slogan? Or a title like Miss America or DOA? The picture, such a personal intrusion on such a public act. One can’t help but notice the crossed legs of someone reading the Sunday paper, and the gloved clenched fists of someone angry or sleeping through a nightmare after reading the Sunday paper. The scratched out note declaring failure to live up to the picture of perfection. A final rebellion or a broken spirit? The absence of blood is not the same as the absence of violence. And death cannot banish the truth. Evelyn Francis McHale
Evelyn Francis McHale
14 Tuesday May 2013
Winding Stream Press said:
I was just thinking yesterday of the difficulty of writing about ‘current’ events. This is hardly current but an excellent poem on a very difficult subject. I had to look her up and found the photo on a WordPress site. I didn’t know what she landed on/in was a limo until I read the article. Unfortunately, it looks like she landed in a sculpture made just for her. sadly another example of an unknown soul becoming ‘famous’ in death.
Ronald E. Shields said:
I agree, it is difficult to write about current events. The picture of this unfortunate woman so moved me I had to attempt to write something…I am so happy you like it.