Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Jane and Jonathan died yesterday. 
Jonathan helped her
by kicking the chair
from under her feet,
then waited for the pills to kick in
under her swinging body.

I heard they played
to determine
who would have what method;
I heard they flipped a coin
to decide
when they were going to die.

I believe this
because I saw them:

a disk slipped under my door
that evening.

I watched them,

I watched a recording of it,
waiting for the take-away to come.

About Richy Campbell:
Richy Campbell is from Staffordshire, England. He works as a freelance indexer and edits an online poetry journal. He is due to start an MA in Poetry in September.

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