Final thought

Written by: James Peranteau

I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
and smell the reek of their expedition

I feel the cold of the steel they clamp 
to mine wrist
and the rough of the hemp about mine 
throat

I hear the last word of the commander
and the plank beneath my boots; 

its instant crack

I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
rise up mine chin and face
as mine last journey…

is down