Pills. Gunshot. Hanging. In that order.
One by one these three men left us to wonder and grieve.
The horror is too deep and dark
and bottomless to describe.
with desperation into the dark,
with moon-blind eyes wide open,
but the space between us is cold and empty.
The curtain has been drawn.
The folds not to part again until another passes through.
~Poem by Mona Tuiles, featured in The Snowy Field Beyond