Russell Bennetts & Rauan Klassnik

Move Away, Impaler

Russell Bennetts & Rauan Klassnik

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It’s rare a thing dies when you want. Emily saw the red in her head. It was a 
circling. It was thief. It was a bicycle thrown downhill in a torrent of firing. Dash, 
dash, dash.

I’m the man with the cash. I mean, the God. The black helicopter following me 
has a matte-black finish. Its wingspan is massive. This is a whirlybird with a 
vengeance. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh no.

Vlad Pitt the Elder’s just landed in my soup. And he’s squinting up at me. And 
he’s so adorable. Like a drowned puppy. “You are my saviour,” I coo, like a 
duck. And then gulp him down.

Outside, it’s empire. Circa 1800. The ships are laden. The cows all bronzed in 
humiliation. My moustache, trembling, like ships from a sinking rat. We shone 
like the planet teems.

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Such lace undergarments as to be—what?—toss, tempting and teasing me.

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Russell Bennetts & Rauan Klassnik


Russell Bennetts is the editor of Berfrois. He lives in Kentish Town, London.

Rauan Klassnik grew up in South Africa and then Dallas, TX. He has two books of poetry through Black Ocean: Holy Land (2008) and The Moon's Jaw (2013). Rauan currently resides in a quiet suburb of Seattle, WA with his wife, Edith, and their dog, Camilla.