I can almost understand

the quick end

 

the cut

the drop

the knot

the swallowing black

the dark water that claws you down

the hammer to the pin to the primer to the powder to the lead to the created

 

almost…

 

I cannot understand

 

the slow walk to the middle of the road

the waiting patiently for the truck

the Kevorkian call

the knowing that you signaled for

rider on a pale horse to trample you down

slow and steady

the year by year thanotic planning

blind, bored and numb

 

I cannot.