End

Wasted
    dangle-dead
    no hooks nor packaging
    just soft lighting
    belt-choked bannister
    swingless, motionless
    naked.

Beneath
    his body
    waste duel
    between plush
    carpet, semen-stool
    mess.

Choked
    slowly
    wide-belt ensuring
    a gradual crush
    final knuckle-scuff
    unseen, too late.

The
    note explained the waste was too much
    That removal was the only explanation
    extraneous, surplus to requirements.
    Wasting, wasted no more.

That
    final waste scraped, finally disposed.
    Wasted again. The casket subdued in flame
    ash-waste remains, scatter-lost in memory.
    Friend-waste, childhood. Dead. Walk on...