The word noose hung in my head
Another dead
body
sways
goes away
A pretty pendulum taut under a knot beam
strong enough
I cannot convince myself
Ends are here
I feel them approach nearer
draws on
a bead
my unknown heart
my heavy hit
ear drums
top snares
his rhythm speaks to me
alone-
who left-
who-
Speak up, I’ll clap my bones,
bang my head
until I snap
off
my fate
my wave
crashes.
On May 17th Chris Cornell, an American musician and artist, took his own life-and his art-leaving behind a dear family, a large extended family, close and distant friends and fans that span generations, leaving us all to thrash in the crashing waves of his music awaiting a sense of full color sunset on his vivid passionate life. I hope he may be resting peacefully.
