A Good Day For a Hanging
This would be the day his life here on this earth would end,
In just a matter of minutes his slow walk to the gallows would begin.
An old padre reading him his last rites in a language he could not understand,
As the guards place him in shackles he is helpless but to follow their commands.
Up the stairs they travel as the old priest follows close behind,
And a million different thoughts start tangling up his mind.
There he sees the noose that is calling out to him,
Then he spots the crowd in the arena with lights so dim.
Men and women sit gawking and whispering to and fro,
Waiting in anticipation for the starting of the show.
Like a freak in a sideshow this was something you didn’t often see,
He mumbled I just hope they had to pay dearly to watch the last breath leave me.
There stands the warden and the executioner right by his side,
Now the men are starting to get antsy and it sounded like a woman cried.
The warden asked if he wanted to make peace before this act was done,
He just shook his head then nodded to each and everyone.
They placed the hood over his head and then the noose was set,
As fear flooded his mind he was not ready for this yet.
Then he felt the floor give way as he dropped to his death,
But his mind refused to stop even though he knew he had drawn his last breath.
He was now like the air he could float all about,
He wondered why they were ignoring him as tried so hard to shout.
Then he saw his body and knew this may not last,
As he struggled toward the light he felt the darkness closing fast.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
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