Dead End

Normally he would never (ever!) consider
climbing up a drainpipe
but with that high window
temptingly ajar

and knowing that those
(shaven headed tattooed thugs?
he can hear their harsh voices closing in)
people are not far

behind…well…never…say never…ever!
‘Hey! You!’ A voice. Out of breath.
This is it. The end. Death.
‘This is yours. Your wallet. You dropped it.’

Well I never!
What now?
Just say thanks?
Offer him a fiver?

Never Is A Promise