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
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
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.
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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.
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