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The author's disclaimer explains that although this is a poem about suicide written with ironic humour, the topic is never funny. As reviewer and reader I appreciate that, and I also welcome the insightful approach to the topic of suicide. In just a brief exposure, the author gives the plot, the character, and the backstory of the narrator. One might wonder how much plot can be encased in the narration of the afterlife of an individual who committed suicide? Plenty, as is demonstrated here. We learn the why, the how, and the wherefore of the narrator's life and death. My particular favorite, which I found both poignant and insightful, provoking me to further thought and consideration, is this: And my life? It had no whimsy, so I kept my living brief. Within these two lines, the author advises us that the character lacked humour, self-analysis, and self-confidence. Just before this, he informs us: how a life could go so wrong— how a person could go under when that person seemed so strong. Well, I tell you, I was flimsy like a crumbling autumn leaf. which indicates that he also had no real strength of character, so that when the idea, the potential, of suicide presented itself, he had no foundation to refute it, and so took "the easy way out," which of course, is neither easy nor does it relieve his misery and depression, as he seems to be in even a worse state after death. The rhythm is perky and flowing, and the author neatly ties the ending back to the beginning, making a tautly-woven entirety. Descriptive imagery is good; grammar and spelling are excellent. ** Image ID #1567064 Unavailable ** Reviewed on behalf of
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