Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Executions


All the angst misplaced
compassion
another Jones and Smith.

To be hung by the neck
flashing light's go off
neck snaps legs jerk
and dance then blank.

The guillotine
A flash of sunlight
off the descending blade
the body pumps
out the blood rolling head
feet spasm
the people roll their own eyes.

Firing squad
held up by the post
tied up body jerks
yet it cannot fall
shot through the head
bowels evacuated
the stench of feces
and black powder.

Lethal injection
needles pierce
the arms or thigh
people's veins different
size
suffocation comes
before sleep witnesses
see.

Gas chamber
Hitler bungled thousands
yet they
all died
United states cyanide.

Google
any just specified
and see in real life
as theirs
are taken.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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