You know what I like most about the job? Says Death One, exhaling.
Not the end itself, although that’s nice enough,
But that weightless moment before it actually happens,
When they’re teetering at the top of the flight of stairs.
Or when they finally catch sight of the oncoming tram, or
Pitch dizzily into the canal, the stream of drunken piss
Glittering in the lamplight. They are stilled by the casual enormity
Of what’s about to happen. The water is always much colder
Than they were expecting but they look relieved as they let go
Of everything they kept meaning to get round to.
I think, says Death Two, you need to go easy on that dutchie,
We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.
Ben Blench — @bennybombdrop
Amsterdam — 2019.
