He hung himself on his front porch
Broad daylight
Car passing
People walking past
Nobody noticed the body hanging from the porch roof
Nobody heard the man gasping
The rope creaking.
Nobody saw
Or maybe wanted to be the person that admitted they saw
But dared not care.
After the body of the man was cut down
The cars passed
People walked past
They all heard it in the air hanging under the porch,
A man gasping
(Or was it the wind?)
A rope creaking
(Or was it a nearby tree?)
As they passed where the body had hung writhing under the rope
Something they did not see,
They saw it in their minds
Deep down inside
A vision
They lied about not seeing
Gnawing at where conscience might once have been
A sound
Sawing at their consciousness
As they passed where they had not seen
A man hanging
And now
Inside forever seeing
Hearing,
A man
Hanging deep inside themselves.