This Life

....
did he imagine that she would grieve
all her young life away tell everyone
this boy I kind of lived with last year
he died on account of me
....

A Grace Paley poem contemplating the suicide of a young man. How easy it is to have clear perspective from the outside and how hard from the centre of a maelstrom. We value so dearly that which we have to fight for, and resent those who devalue the same thing by throwing it away.