suicide poetry

when the wind works against us in the dark
so fallen
the arches of the red bridge
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i am old and blind
all my love for my sweet
two rows of cabbages
for these white arms about my neck
royal feast was done
now while my lips are living
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
do not turn your head
what was it the engines said
in halls of sleep you wandered by