[dont depend on others]

First, a speeding train had kissed him

Then the mother earth embraced him

How did he feel the rising crescendo

Of the clackety clackety of the train wheels

And then the opaque darkness of the death-tunnel

Perhaps a thousand doubts wracked his brains

The futility of it, the quintessential absurdity

Of being alive, this side of the world

And now, the ludicrous illogic of death

He had made a mangled mess of his life

Did it matter whether he had existed or

For that matter, whether he embraced death?