For Patrick: Three Tanka, a Haiku. and a final line

Your's a self made death:


Broken noose and bloody wrists


Sends me circling:


Anger at your autolysis -


Guilt for daring to judge.






Imaginative,


Perceptive but talkative


Clever in action:


Why are you so silent now


Whilst I juggle rage and guilt?

Guilt follows anger

For I do not understand

Your thought or your act.

You saw that Egret

Flying under a lead grey sky;

White as the snowstorm;

We scattered salt and roses

Upon your wicker coffin

In the misty wood - Harpies?

Patrick Boyce Butler died New Years Day, 2011.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.