the brink men

the brink men

they meet, monthly.
4 coffees in a Tesco corner,
4 Mondeos at rest,
beneath a Warrington rain
cursed by Unilever.

they meet to discuss wives.
sheds, erectile dysfunction,
radiators and prostate cancer.
this is how
they monitor the brink.

they lean in, gruff
whispering, lean out
over a precipice
none dare voice.
each knowing the dark of the other.

in time, they will become 3.
they will still meet, but
with a missing corner
taken by the brink.
3 corners folding inward,
once the other has left.