Today, sometime around five,
My grandpa hanged himself, not alive.
He hung with a noose round his neck from a tree,
On a beautiful, tall pine for all to see.
My grandpa left a note, you see.
And the truth that was hidden from me:
That my own father didn't die in the war,
But hung himself from a branch, like his dad before.
And now to those woods I oft go.
I search for a pine that will grow
To the heavens, so on the first branch I can hang,
Like my grandpa, my father- the rope and the bang.
My grandpa
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