tortured twinings, tossings, creaking. Wind flinging branches apart drawing them together, whispering and whining among them. A waning, lobsided moon cutting through black clouds. Astream of pebbles and earth and the empty spade gleams clear in the moonlight, then is rammed again into the black earth. Tramping of feet. Men and he Squeaking of wheels Whoa! Ready Jim? All ready Something falls, settles, is still. Suicides have no coffin "Give us the stake. Jim. Now Pound! pound He'll never walk. Nailed to the ground An ash stick pierces his heart, if it buds the roots will hold him He is a part ofthe earth now, clay to clay. Overhead the branches sway,tortured twinings, tossings, creakings. Wind flinging branches apart, drawing them together, whispering and whining among them. A waning, lobsided moon cutting through black clouds. A stream of pebbles and earth and the empty spade gleams clear in the moonlight, then is rammed again into the black earth. Tramping of feet. Men and horses. Squeaking of wheels. "Whoa! Ready, Jim?" "All ready." Something falls, settles, is still. Suicides have no coffin. "Give us the stake, Jim. Now." Pound! Pound! "He'll never walk. Nailed to the ground." An ash stick pierces his heart, if it buds the roots will hold him. He is a part of the earth now, clay to clay. Overhead the branches sway