Vodka and Suicide
Michael Mac Eochaidh

At the beginning
the sun melts upon the leaf
and the grain grows to rot
then light is liquefied
bottled and exported
from the hands of
tattered Romanovs
to my gentle patient hand

steady and deliberate in its
slow slow suicide
it’s the best way to go:
entertaining the mind
and jellying the body

sip by slow sip
all problems
eventually get fixed