Hangman Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hangman, tighten my nose till I can hardly breathe.
Pull your lever and let my body leave the ground.
Let my body swing and my feet clack together loudly.
Let me jiggle and head-butt like a bull, ready to go.

Let my nostrils blow and snort till my last breath.
It suspends like an ancient vampire about to deliver
A final deathblow, hangman, tighten my noose.
Pull your leaver forward. I haven't got far to go.

I'll be sitting beside you in the evening dew.
Wondering: Did you ever really know?
Nothing's really -real. It's all about as real.
As melting snow wearing you as a wedding gown veil.

Oh, and as for me I'm one more blizzard going home.
Like -an avalanche in full slide.