for Eddie

The naked truth-why does my day
begin joyous and end up sad?
I feel so alone in this moralistic
sentimental world.

Like a fox skulking into a hedge-
row to lick the tender wounds
of negative capability.

I am a broken beast dis-
repairable, dis-
able, unrepairable.

Never in my life have i seen
no way out. Even as i write
i get a message to say my friend
is dead, why is life so cruel?

You can look at this with the eyes
of God or the medical profession
Youll see it the same way down.
There is beauty even in deaths-

this Is not a suicide note
its the truth.

The Hedge