Elegy


for Patrick McSorley

This man once,
call him Ash,
he went down.
This time none,
not one man,
not one pill,
not one hope
could stop him.
Not one cry.
Not one hand
could reach him.
Not one lie 
could save him.
He went down.
	
Be kind now.
This man lived
where men fear
what they know;
where ghosts walk,
where men burn.
Call him Ash.
He went down.
We mourn him.