Sonnet For A Suicide Poem by M.L. Emmett

Inspired by Robert Pinsky


Morning sun on his face
steady motor murmur
vibrating the hose

Bluebells clamber
over the hill's top -
nothing to remember

only the same engine noise
that keeps making the same sounds
under his head poised

and pulsing the same beat
no-one to say his name,
no need, no-one to praise him

only the engine's voice - over
and over, running under him.