Your body was
heavy
Anthony
but fortunately there
were
several
of us
when
we
took
the belt off
from
around
your
neck
And
you
were
already
cold
Stiff
Like poorly cooked
meat
left out far too long
let alone
unseasoned
No one
could
cradle
you
This was
not The Pieta
But we all
shed tears
anyway
And still do
As many tears as there are stars
in the
endless
night
Anthony
Tony
buddy
We marvel
at
your
strength of mind
to
fasten
things
in such a way
to
make
the belt
just
such
that
your
decision
your
resolute
absolute
conviction
was
completely
and
utterly
successful
Dead
you
are!
Dead!
And Robin
Robin Williams
the
very funny
man
Hysterical
Combustible
A tornado of creativity!
So nimble
with
the belt
as
well
So marvelously fastidious
You and Anthony
both
brilliant
and
able
I can barely
tie
my shoes
on
any given day
To think
even
in your
worst
moment
in
your
down in the ditch
despair
in
your everlasting pain your overwhelming burden
your
volcano
of
utter
devastation
You could still
function
sufficiently
well
enough
to
draw
the very
life
from
your lungs
A noose
to break
your
very
own
necks
What accomplishment!
Kudos
Kudos
Anthony!
Bravo
Robin!
Gentlemen,
may I ask:
Do you talk
now
in
whispers?
And
Do you
know
you
each
left
a highly
visible
stain
in
your
underwear?
Forever!
