Matthew Coombe List Makers What if I were on your list? The next slippery rung on your ladder another silver bead on your chain. I could be a black bottle of wine lying on the stone cellar floor
beneath your house wearing a raincoat of dust laid out like a legion of body bags
in a cavernous warehouse . Or perhaps I am your next bullet
point. You in the heavy boots, jeans and
black T-shirt. Those dark green eyes – watching from
behind the shutters of an elevated window – fixing me in
the crosshairs. But here…let me save you some time. A well placed mine on the twelfth
fairway or a man-trap in the sand-trap by the
ninth green would seem a far simpler modus
operandi. And there is the roll call of all
those who simply vanished like the frost on a sunlit field. Those who allowed the tide to take
them or left in the normality of the
moment and never returned. Leaving not even a chalk silhouette in the hallway, face down just a few feet from the door. | 
