Kim's poem is about the painful irony of how people react to suicide, or to someone's death after long suffering. The speaker begins with a strange correction: it's "funny," then "not funny, / amusing." That small stumble feels like bitter humor, a way of covering something raw with a shrug. The claim itself is blunt: nobody really cares until the person is gone.
The second stanza imitates the guilty questions people ask afterward, "why didn't I see it?" and "what did I do?" They sound sincere, but the speaker hears them as too late to matter. The final stanza turns angrier. Earlier warning signs were dismissed as "attention seeking," yet once the person dies, the attention they wanted finally arrives. The quotation marks around "sought" hint at the speaker's scorn for that dismissal.
The mood is bleak, tired, and accusing. The short, flat lines make it sound calm on the surface, which makes the hurt underneath hit harder. The ending, "six feet underground," leaves no comfort, only a sense of something that could have been prevented.