Poem: menopause
By: Sajan George
suicide is not
cowardice
but a rare
blinding
act of
pure
will
by a
fearless
mind
insane
though in
its own
lone ways
it requires
the agility
alertness
of a hunter
the
unwavering
focus
typical of
those losing
virginity or
reveling in
genital
evagination
on an
empty
stomach
out of
overwhelming
curiosity
and the
patience
of a saint
your whole
physique
erupts and
the tremors
are
unusually
musicallulled
perhaps
by the
piercing
foreknowledge
of a
perpetual
stillness
pleasantries
exchanged
with your
beloved ones
careful
not to betray
your
excitement
and a clue
because
you know
the shame
is not
in going
but getting
it bungled
by
unkind
philanthropists
who won’t
let you
do it
and in
returning
failed
looking
stupid
with a
battered
windpipe
and
fractured
forearms
it is
performed
finally
suicide
calls
for
bravery
the
euphoria
of
a moonwalker
watching
in
sheer
ecstasy
watching
life
leave
through
dilated
pupils
one long
waking
past
you sleep
eternally
ya… suicide is not
cowardice, especially for the poet…
the poet is no more…