I see them from my cold cell like tentacles
they reach out and beckon me to hell for
crimes committed though innocence
I plead as gallows shadows swing
outside my cell.
My jailer walks with gusto in his step
I hear the keys jingle from the loop
tied to his belt his fat stomach shows
he is well fed but not on this gruel fed
us here the living dead.
My cell walls have ears and listen
to my pleas as I shout and scream
my innocence with hope for governors
pardon from distant phones
not ringing in this house where
gallows swing outside
my cell door.
The priest arrives with robes of purple
red and gold and mumblings under
breathe with head bowed and eyes
closed he beckons me to bow in
prayer whilst kissing his rosary
he reads from the book so firmly
clenched between his
He reads with hopefulness and
certainty and tells me how my
savior gave his life to free me
from my sins yet here I sit alone
and dead inside knowing I will
meet this savior soon
who gave his life for me
when I’m lowered from those
gallows that swing outside
my cell door.
Tomorrow at the crack of dawn
is when the devil will get his due
I see for the last time blue clouds
turn to dark as they hover over my head.
They will place the hood tightly
over my hanging head and tie
the noose as I hear the hangman
push the hammer down and feel
the snap and know that
I am now dead.
The gallows will be silenced
until the next one meets their
fate as the hangman’s shadow
stares from outside their cell door
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