This is no way
To die suspended
High upon a scaffold
To be crushed from
Above by a thousand
People you don't
Even know. And where is
The familiar small morning anxiety
We long for it
Now, so ordinary
We never thought we could
Miss it. We left
A child at school
A flower unwatered
A doughnut uneaten
On the desk. Yes there is
A difference between a
Banal pain and real pain
We know that now
And now it seems
To be quite late