Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note
By: Amiri Baraka

Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus…

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands

1 thought on “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

  1. Eerie subjective view of reality that ends with the daughter presumably praying, debunking the idea of divinity. Even eerier is the title. How many books are in the Bible? Could it or any multi-volumed work potentially become a “suicide note” for a conscientious believer?

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