Face To Face With Hangmen

First, a phone that insistently rang, Soon, a voice that croakily sang, Then, a door that did as insistently bang And a steely chain that knew how to clang… Next, a calmly approaching unsmiling gang, Face to face with him, they should hang And relaxed the bastard watch against the pangs From their boa-constrictor-mimicking ropes with cobra’s fangs… And it was to be a torture fully intended; Its former arranged duration evilly extended, Victim’s final lifeless body made to lie supine, As just that to any onlooker should be fine!