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
rock-paper-scissors
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.
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
rock-paper-scissors
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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