No Room For Gallows Humor

Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain

both beloved affluential cognoscenti,

(took their life via cerebral hypoxia)

neither death can one explain

left family and friends to speculate

without lapsing into speculation

impossible knot

to veer off toward inane,

where fame nor fortune no immunity

against unbeknownst

deathly accursed mental illness

impact their adherents

plus affect large swath

of population in the main

cuz, (strictly my opinion)

the tightly woven

world wide web doth plain

lee meld humanity linkedin

by avast societal reign

forcing the global

community to train

energies toward heightened

awareness (yes in vain)

for those who tightened

noose around neck

as grief doth wax and wane

no doubt less prominant persons

amidst every walk

of life give admittance

to grim reaper, who doth stalk

every mortal being

tempting surrender soul

for eternal peace, where soul asylum

sacrifice forsaken to black hawk

swooping down soundlessly

to snatch priceless human life

subsequently, whence

benumbed onlookers gawk

aware how precarious,

riotous, and tenuous

the psyche offers no resistance,

nor doth balk

at absent awareness,

how collective adoration wears

a funereally ghostly,

horribly immensely

joylessly knitted veil

eludes measurement,

though nonetheless

unanimity that far reaching sadness

weighs heavy on tear filled side of scale

witnessed by grievous next of kin,

who struggle to accept severe de rail

ment of unsuspecting

hidden agony im pail

ling corporeal flesh gouging body electric

on par with a nine inch nail

jaggedly renting asunder

(an unseen male

strum) pitching one incognito,

no matter she/he appears hearty and hale

leaving a wake of inconsolable paroxysms

causing thee human league to ail!