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Apr 2019
today, I hung a hangman

no hood around his garrulous head

his knees trembled

his voice shook in a shocked throat

'Have you measured the drop?'

No! I replied

'My weight! You have taken it into your calculations?'

No! I replied

'My height, for Christ's sake, you have allowed for it?'

No! I replied

'By whose authority do you carry out this heinous deed?'

'Let me see the Queens counsel! I am innocent! he screamed

'You have spoken your last! I said

His eyes screamed 'Wait! Wait!

In the plummet, in that murky depth he dropped

the rope uncoiled for an eternity

till it snapped taut

his body swung like a broken pendulum

hypnotically settling to a staggered still

his tongue, swollen purple, burst from his garrulous head

it wanted to speak

there was more to be said

more to be heard

an attentive audience it craved in it's final seconds

it was silenced now

that voice

which never again will speak

for I had hung the hangman
Harriet Cleve
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Harriet Cleve
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