NPR Eulogy

Spalding Grey has killed himself
Performance artist
Village dweller
Car accident victim
With thousands of fragments
Of his own skull
Imbedded in his brain.
“At Least,” says his widow
At least we said goodbye
He called me honey
We did what we could.
And I think
At least we found him in the water
Fished him out near Kent Avenue
In Brooklyn
When you consider the size of the ocean
I’m surprised