Young suicide
Within thirty minutes of the pronouncement
The messages flood like a tsunami.
The roaring of grief.
Waves of adoration,
for an angel?
Loss that could not be staunched.
This is your James Dean moment.
A parochial Norma Jean,
with adoration you could not have dreamt of
And as thousands of young people,
with similar lack of hope,
trawl through signals of saint hood
on MSN, BEBO and Face Book;
the beacon of legend beckons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And sometimes I think this is all that is desired, a moment's recognition, to feel that at last someone has NOTICED them. A fine poem Sue.