The Trill

in the bowels of despair - 
when duppy fraid fi walk -
i hear
a quiverying rapid rasping sound
a most thrilling trill
softened the blow
of my bloodied daggered tears
a sweet swift song to repair
a tattered soul in loss
who life could no longer bear.
I held the rope within an inch 
of sweet release
but paused
what should I do 
i cannot bear
to leave behind 
my bittersweet trilling song.