It is hard for us to enter
the kind of despair they must have known
and because it is hard we must get in
the lock if necessary
for we have not the key,
though for them there was no lock and the surrounding walls
were supple, receiving as waves, and they drowned
though not lovingly; it is we only
who must enter in this way.
Tempations will beset us, once we are in.
We may want to catalogue what they have stolen.
We may feel suspicion; we may even criticize the decor
of their suicidal despair, may perhaps feel
it was incongruously comfortable.
Knowing the temptations then
let us go in
deep to their despair and their skin and know
they died because words they had spoken
returned always homeless to them.