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“Excessive bail shall not be required” Dead man walking, Same as it was, more decorum now than ever. State power Outage. Nowhere else to put them. Jougs maybe. Cruel used to have a less onerous meaning. Just meant hard. Flesh becomes the only medium, At a certain point of disagreement right? Sitting simply, with fewer distractions, They get a chance few ever do. Knowing it. Being told it’s worth something. If you were one of the innocents, you’ve given Up on convincing anyone a long time ago – You look the part Convince yourself. Still time to convince yourself even when the hood goes on. At least put it on tv, ppv - No no no at the mandatories. you can’t waive the 8th It’s not there for you. It’s for the rest of us. Scares us feeling what you might have felt. Looking at life go out like a dead bulb – Above the left ear knotted, the drop The legs, which had not been pinioned, The arms extended pleadingly, "He regained consciousness and begged To have the cap removed And to make another speech." This refused, and the drop fell again. Seeing eye sockets emptied like bad buttons, You could stick your fingers in them, All you’d get is texture. bones snap Like uncooperative legos. - And so no son, you can’t waive the 8th – We’d be embarrassed as children are When their mother overscolds a classmate – Fights a battle for them in overzealous love. And love first frightens us then, And we feel somehow a little culpable Just for existing. But we use thicker rope to prevent decapitation, boil the rope to reduce elasticity, We oil it to reduce friction, And we place the knot over the carotid artery. “evolving standards of decency…mark the progress of a maturing society” the contortions begin to lessen, and finally cease and the whole mess, if there’s blood or defecation, is cleaner for being done. and the hangman was called from his pen to witness his clumsy work “nor excessive fines imposed” the CO-s joke about it before and after. That’s where gallows humor comes from. They get attached sometimes too though. Nobody on the squad wanted to be the one Who hit Elisio Mares in the heart, So they aimed away from the white cloth marking it. So he bled to death cumulatively fatal wounds, In 12 minutes. What are 12 minutes, in the grand scheme? What’s one wheel, one beam, arm or strap? Who ends or what ends? Who are these invisible? Big oops. All of them. Not just a normal oops. They have to seem way out there. Can’t appear too like someone we know. Better yet, Can’t appear at all. Killer sentenced. Always the same One that way. mitigations were for the death phase. how close an eye do those 12 keep on it? “nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted” sodium penthathol, pancuranium bromide, potassium chloride. A better mousetrap. A dentist’s chair. We’ve been taught to trust this. Let’s get this over with. Yes yes, just steadying the machine. Chemistry is more calming than physics. Priest gives rites sometimes. Convicts love jesus. Makes it seem like it can be worth something. A spiritual math. Fill a hole with a hole. One less cost for a cost. It’s what they’re fed. Last meal, you did good, be brave son. Proud of you. Maybe the last thought is that retribution is accomplished, Some shining tomorrow will foam out of the convulsions. No, the needle lacks that drama, and that promise. or maybe, who cares? maybe - my eyes are blue like the sky is blue and all that separates them is this no good head. Step into the room either way, the door closed forever, Are we cut off or are they- A sharp clean philosophy, An inverted pascal’s wager – Forget the aftermath or beforemath, Do you believe in life enough To kill even if there’s a chance That it’s futile and pointless – One big last statement and then pain that can’t be felt. McCoy choked and heaved Due to an incorrect mixture – At midnight a short conference is held. The newspapers report it the next day Back a page. It gets put down next to the cereal, The banana peel, the war dead. Nothing unusual about it, About our lives, the victims' lives - returning to distant, faceless wholeness.
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seeing if this worked, last minute repreive and all.
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