My Execution
Facing my execution
Unsure I was the one
Found with the smile, holding the smoking gun
The hooded hulk
Weighs me up and sighs
Deep delight is dancing in his eyes
He knows so well
Arousal and the swell
Anticipates the snap, the fall, the void
While I look back
At the wide door of my cell
From which my life has suddenly emerged
Regretful or ashamed
Who do I have to blame and who
Have I betrayed? As they abandon me
To the moment's agony
Enough to know which years
Paid for the prison, which were
falling
free
poem by Frank Bana
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