Owl and suicide
A ripped-apart sliver of a day
Giving away the dreaded leeway
To do in a teen set to careen
A cocky cocktail of a commonplace pang,
An atavistic abandon, a moth-eaten
Rafter and a wrong rope .
A screwed-up judgement. Sermon of end
Wins over the stupidity of beginning
Against the shy remonstrance of life.
“O, this time it was for that boy, not me,
The sudden owl- howl at the dead of night”
The old man said in obvious relief.
*The belief that the hoot of an owl at the dead of night foretells a death in the vicinity was proved right when a teen aged boy in my place committed suicide following two nights in which an owl unusually cried.
15 Mar 13