The Hanged Man…


                                  hooded dark
                                  on the drop
                                   nine o’clock
                                   a faint click
                                   as the lever’s pulled back
                                   I said father I’m so scared
                                I know he said and then we prayed



The train pulls in to Central Station and I’m jerked awake.
                                Never find me here, I think.

And later – anevermento unpacked, clean shaven now and in a new collar, I strut down a pier that’s wading out to sea. Blue sky above me, creaking planks beneath my feet when I see




Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor


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