Suicide
For P. J.

Once there was a man
Standing on the edge of the world.
Hardly breathing,
He threatened to jump
Until the hand of a God,
Crooked, chapped, and bleeding,
Reached up from the molten copper of the sea
And pushed.
(You see, here we must pause to ponder:
Was he pushed off of or onto the earth?)
 

~Jan Brian Vis 1