suicide poem

did you ever see an alligator
but i cannot read you now
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
though love repine, and reason chafe
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
blossoms of babies
stuff of the moon
were it not for that singular smell
she knows a cheap release
by the rude bridge
it was the autumn of the year
burly, dozing humble-bee
birds against the april wind
brother, i am fire