Sonnet for a Suicide

                  

                Image by Davena Hooson

Inspired by Robert Pinsky

Morning sun on his face

steady motor murmur

vibrating the hose

Bluebells clamber

over the hill’s top –

nothing to remember

only the same engine noise

that keeps making the same sounds

under his head poised

and pulsing the same beat

no-one to say his name,

no need, no-one to praise him

only the engine’s voice – over

and over, running under him.

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