"… kill myself and go out in a flame of glory."

Kurt Cobain

The glory is over the second you pull the trigger.
The only way a shotgun makes you bigger
is when you're holding it and you're alert.
If you shoot yourself you're in the dirt,
a mute inglorious Kurt.
The final curtain
getting no applause, a cause for silence
and regret. Though I can't be certain,
it is over, no eternal sequence,
and a re-run doesn't count. The nuance
here of self-abuse, a public séance
where you hear his voice, it's disembodied
on CD, and what if there's no god.
The glory flaming out, an empty fame
is emptier. A junkie has no name.