Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention,
the furniture you have placed under the sun.
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
Twice I have so simply declared myself,
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
Speaking from experience, Sexton views the suicidal in a light where they don’t question their actions, they only question the steps to complete said action. Therefore, the tools (aka, pills, weapons, a noose, etc..) are viewed as a means to a literal end. The tools could also be symbolic towards the suicidal. Both have a job. Both just do, not think. 

Wanting To Die