A Suicide

He did it with drain-cleaner,
The papers said,
A trip no doubt to Poundland
And a few moments hesitation
To check that no-one was around,
The impulse stronger
Than the flimsy wrappings
Of concern for those left behind
And savoured memory
Of the one true love
Who dumped him
(In a kind way, it has to be said)
Because of the children.
He was found near the kitchen-sink:
The detail was unforgiving.
For some reason, the living-room
Seems altogether not the place
For this sort of thing.
And thus, with a certain amount
Of tidying up post hoc
By the authorities,
His one true gift, life,
Was prematurely
Returned to sender.