What We Won’t Acknowledge

Admitting failure,
complete collapse,
Ernest “Fatman” DiCicco
spends his last days
hoping for a warm spell
before first snowfall.

He looks over 
all he’s done and 
gives away most
of his best things,
his favorite guitars, 
his pens, his knives.

Burns his letters, 
every book he’d ever 
made a note in, 
all the cheap jewelry
he’d loved, clothing
and caps and gloves.

When all is done,
Ernest begins to starve himself —
Fatman changing before our eyes,
such peace in his  — 
will not speak of what he’s thinking,
and for once we won’t ask.

When he’s gone, we won’t notice
the absence for more
than a moment.  Why be hypocrites?
We have always wished he would go away
and once he has, everything’s
fine, everything’s for the best.