Measured DropA Poem by Nobody.Measured Drop I Those last few words you mumbled could’ve blinded a bull at 20 paces. A backward jerk: sharp, vicious and without warning. Black Jack Ketchum’s head actually popped off when the noose eye winked. I’ll never understand Death until I get there. It’s so difficult to contemplate anything so absolute when space and time are buzzing by at the speed of life. I can hardly discern bullets from hummingbirds. II Funny, the weather man called it an “uneventful day.” I’d guess that he would’ve said the same thing about the day on which Christ was crucified. Perspective is the key to every lock.
III It’s all planned days before it happens: the height & weight are put into an equation that makes the breakneck moment as crisp and painless as is possible. The executioner calls it a Measured Drop. Nobody’s ever survived it. © 2011 Nobody.Author's Note
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