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Kicked the Bucket - July 19, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 18
  • 1 min read

originally, the hangman’s foot

delivering the hanged man’s sentence

 

now it’s a no tears, no drama way

to describe someone who died

 

whose sentence was not for crookery

or murder or anything nefarious

 

just the last words on the last page

of the contract, signed at birth

 

for an end that comes one way or

another, no matter how cleanly and

carefully life is lived

 

also, a hangman today wouldn’t like

our preference for natural death

 

for the new job he’d have to apply for

 

 

 
 
 

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