H.W.S.

I supported him, heaving  his legs

With all my might to keep even with chair,

Leaning him against the tall wooden pegs,

Trying to unfasten the man-sized snare.

From his skinny neck a belt had been looped,

As to dangle himself above high up

With head and shoulders permanently stooped;

Not this, this is more than a simple lay-up!

Feeble strength, I regret possessing  most

For he starts to slip and both my arms scream

As panic sets about weakening  host,

Death Inevitability there seem.

My arms give out as his entire weight drops,

Free from his noose, anger rises as fear stops