R J. Elless Poet Rhyme

Tag Your Toe

To die old and weak
Inside a cold steel box.

Do they tag your toe on death row?
It may be a moment though.
The long reach of justice is slow.
 As You've taken souls.
And threw away your own
Skeleton man, you are, no parole. 

So make no mistake
Time does not stop.
For any of those.
The reaper knows who,
Grows short on the clock.
When their bell toll tolls.
He is their last stop.
Will they tag your toe on death row?

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