Nocturne
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Where joy and sadness are forgotten or
Have never been, just there is where pains need
To be. He tapes the hose securely for
The task at hand. The car exhaust will feed
The fumes in through the slightly opened gap
That he has left. He tapes that firmly closed
And opens up the other door. To take his nap,
His longest one, he settles in, disposed
To death. The other door secure now he
Takes pills and starts the engine. Settling down,
He closes eyes. The neighbors will not see.
The garage door is shut. He doesn’t frown.
He doesn’t cry. She doesn’t matter now
Since fuzz arrives. His forehead does a bow.
~ Phillip Whidden