At nine-seventeen PM, precisely
his watch stopped, broken by the impact
not when he fell, but when he landed
and lay there, crumpled on the rocks, dead.
Seconds before he had been laughing
fooling about, posing
for a selfie on the cliff top
using his own camera
held at arm's-length in front of him.
He swung around stepping carefully
between the rocks, trying...
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