| I should have known we'd killed him | |
| Tuesday morning. | |
| I woke up strangely buoyant, whisteling a song | |
| As when I bent over the dictionary's c's boldface, at the corner, there to catch my eye, were corpse candle, cauterize and condemnation, cyanide | |
| I should have known then we'd killed him should have sensed the huge organism's sly joy, cat's paw | |
| Batting at his eye, in the chamber, out again cranky machinery of revenge grinding to and fro in the night in our name. | |
| One headline read "REPRIEVE" and just a block away another edition shouted "EXECUTED." | |
| It was done in our name. | |
| All our hands on the wheel that sealed him in the tomb. | |
| All our ears echoing with it's metallic clang. | |
| We all find ourselves murderers now participate in his death, no - even more than that | |
| We take part in his crime. | |
| Others are saddened, diminished or angry. | |
| But once it's done the clock has turned. | |
| It doesn't matter what we said. | |
| A man, a boy, is dead. | |
| It was done in the dark | |
| Tuesday morning in our name and all our hands |
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