name: Socrates
the crime: asebeia
the verdict: conium maculatum
„oh, what an irony!
now let me finish my last drink
I’ve been training long enough
so I won’t tremble or run away
give me the coins, my eyes are ready
and don’t forget about that rooster!
since I’ll exist without my physical body
from now on“
Categories:
conium, death, philosophy,
Form: Free verse