The riotous mass

The Riotous Mass

The riotous mass of bone

And hair 

And flesh concealed behind masks

Collectively heave-ho the indescribable

The unmentionable

Agony of memory near 

And far

Into the air

But that twisted face of barbarism

Does nothing more than allow itself 

To be flung into the air

And hang ever so patiently

Quietly

Like fresh bedsheets on the line

During a spring afternoon

Until it is taken down and passed to 

Another generation 

To be draped under the weight

Yet again. 

Suicide Note 4

I am sorry that I couldn't be the father you wanted for your children. I am sorry that I was so ridiculous whenever I took them to softball practice, to baseball practice, to soccer practice, to their games, to the doctor, and to therapy. I apologize from the bottom of my heart for ever taking our precious little angels to school, and heaven forbid, I actually picked them up and did homework with them. I am sure I must have completely destroyed every ounce happiness each time I went outside to play basketball or catch. It must have been terrible of me to sit through a church basketball league when I clearly almost vomited each time I walked into that unholiest of buildings, and alas, I was constantly struck by lightening for being such a non-believer. And in front of the kids nonetheless.
So again, I offer my sincerest apologies, but that will no longer be of any consequence to you or the children, as I will be gone. I did finish the laundry, but won't be able to make dinner tonight. There are left-overs in the refrigerator.
Love,
M