Fear gripped his heart ripped it apart His trembling limbs had knowledge of his sins Hanging was the game Survival was plain nonsense he knew So right on que he the last one swung on the gibbet until his bones and flesh rotted.
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
The gibbet is still there for all to see, the two ladies with him were hung in Newcastle
Comments (3)
it turns out he was not the first in his family to get hanged