What happens when you watch a life
collapse onto the ground?
Do you stand by, distant with a glazy eye
or in after-shock collapse as well, emotions torrent faster than cascading tears,
or do you crack a joke, a smug laugh, while your very soul cracks inside?

How do you help
when help and pity is often the greatest woe…
or lifeline?

How do you tip-toe through the minefield of life, of love of death, of society?

No escape from the intangible,
from the conscious, inner-workings of the human soul,
from the unanswerable phenomena of the Universe,
from the ultimate paroxysm of inferiority that pangs the heart
and assures the presence of
some supreme being.