The Death Penalty

I’m a little firework Halfway towards the sky That’s burnt out to dust Into nothingness And now I have to die. I was a crow, flying through a tree Tried to slalom through the branches. The thorns clipped my wings Here the handcuffs cling Because of my murderous advances. I’m a crooked atheist I don’t believe in hell Or in a Summa Bonum Or in heaven, like some. Once the needle goes in, I’ll tell. “I am not afraid of death, I’m glad you didn’t postpone a day To cause my body to wilt To remove me of guilt and to let me get away.”