Alas! That Day of Mine on Which I Was Destroyed

Suicides are fortunate

If the last days lived
Are outside of hospitals

Or prison cells, if no one
Has yet twigged to the event
Like a river’s falls
Roaring just around the bend.

It is possible
To savor life’s dregs
Before setting the bottle down

Gently but for good.
The sun may shine, the body
May still feel pleasure,
And only dread taints the view.