No Room For Gallows Humor

Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain
both beloved affluential cognoscenti,
(took their life via cerebral hypoxia)
neither death can one explain

left family and friends to speculate
without lapsing into speculation
impossible knot
to veer off toward inane,

where fame nor fortune no immunity
against unbeknownst
deathly accursed mental illness
impact their adherents

plus affect large swath
of population in the main
cuz, (strictly my opinion)
the tightly woven

world wide web doth plain
lee meld humanity linkedin
by avast societal reign
forcing the global community to train

energies toward heightened
awareness (yes in vain)
for those who tightened noose around neck
as grief doth wax and wane

no doubt less prominant persons
amidst every walk
of life give admittance
to grim reaper, who doth stalk

every mortal being tempting surrender soul
for eternal peace, where soul asylum
sacrifice forsaken to black hawk
swooping down soundlessly

to snatch priceless human life
subsequently, whence
benumbed onlookers gawk
aware how precarious, riotous, and tenuous
the psyche offers no resistance,
nor doth balk

at absent awareness,
how collective adoration wears
a funereally ghostly, horribly immensely
joylessly knitted veil

eludes measurement,

though nonetheless
unanimity that far reaching sadness
weighs heavy on tear filled side of scale
witnessed by grievous next of kin,

who struggle to accept severe de rail
ment of unsuspecting hidden agony im pail
ling corporeal flesh gouging body electric
on par with a nine inch nail

jaggedly renting asunder (an unseen male
strum) pitching one incognito,
no matter she/he appears hearty and hale
leaving a wake of inconsolable paroxysms
causing thee human league to ail!