a much admired man
he was in my television,
this much admired man,
words poured from him as though he
couldn’t control them,
he thought them so beautiful,
so urgent,
that he freed them,
turned them loose.
i had seen him speak candidly before,
about suicide,
as it happens and
he constantly seems to unravel
and wind himself apart,
as though desperate to reveal
some secret,
some other-worldly truth
until at the very last moment
he relents
and diverges on a tangent,
a seldom uttered word,
a gag,
a reference to a victorian gentleman’s cape
and the moment is lost.
i am sure he will keep it
hidden
and release it at home.
in a room in which
he is the only person
to hear himself shed the tears
of
the day.
