Suicide Stricken

What do you do when you read
A suicide poem? Do you
wrap a web around your neck
And fall off the hands of air
Or do you die just like earth
Wildly beaten by the rain?
Do you do weep because you
Can never be as brave or
Do you stop at each knife cut
To still joyfully bleed out?
I do not die every time
i read me a death poem
I lean, resurrect myself
To think of better best ways
that suicide could be better.

Leonell