Hell is a Lonely Place Poem

He was 65, his wife was 66, had

Alzheimer's disease

He had cancer of the mouth

There were operations, radiation

Treatments which decayed the bones in his

Jaw which then had to be

Wired daily he put his wife in

Rubber diapers like a

Baby

Unable to drive in his condition

He had to take a taxi to the medical

Center, Had difficulty speaking

Had to write the directions

Down

On his last visit they informed him

There would be another operation: a bit more

Left cheek and a bit more

Tongue

When he returned he changed his wife's

Diapers put on the tv

Dinners, watched the evening news

Then went to the bedroom, got the

Gun, put it to her temple, fired

She fell to the left, he sat upon the

Couch put the gun into his

Mouth, pulled the trigger

The shots didn't arouse the neighbors

Later the burning tv dinners

Did

Somebody arrived, pushed the door open, saw

It

Soon the police arrived and

Went through their routine, found

Some items:

A closed savings account and

A checkbook with a balance of

$114 suicide, they

Deduced in three weeks

There were two new tenants:

A computer engineer named

Ross and his wife

Anatana who studied

Ballet

They looked like another upwardly mobile

Pair