Lots of great stuff in that one!
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new -wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and my boots,
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,
I peeringly view them from the top.
The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.