A Question Of Honour Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Question Of Honour
If he does not
it will be up to me,
it's all a question of
the methodology.
A rope, a gun, a potent pill,
since silent blades
and leaden slugs
as well as needles,
gauge twentyfive
or other aids
are all so gauche!
There is no other task
but the tetralogy
of dodobird Fallot!
Thanks, all the same.
I knew you would
and so do you.
I can't comment on this as a poem, Herbs. It's just too...harrowing. I'm just off to find you some wise words from a friend of yours. Gina.
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4/23/2024 3:07:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'I do believe there is no glory in killing oneself; the glory is in living and surviving, even when life appears to be unbearable.' (Lamont Palmer in a comment in the forum on the demise of Sylvia Plath) . There you go, darling. G.