Measured Drop
I
Those last few words you mumbled could’ve blinded a bull at
20 paces. A backward jerk: sharp, vicious and without warning. Black Jack
Ketchum’s head actually popped off when the noose eye winked. I’ll never understand
Death until I get there. It’s so difficult to contemplate anything so absolute when space
and time are buzzing by at the speed of life. I can hardly discern bullets from
hummingbirds.
II
Funny, the weather man called it an “uneventful day.” I’d
guess that he would’ve said the same thing about the day on which Christ was
crucified. Perspective is the key to every lock.
III
It’s all planned days before
it happens: the height & weight are put into an equation that makes
the breakneck moment as crisp and painless as is possible. The executioner calls it a
Measured Drop. Nobody’s ever survived it.