Friday, November 12, 2021

An Executioner Feels Bad - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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An Executioner Feels Bad

 

One of the state’s executioners

Is feeling bad about what he does

He’s speaking out about PTSD

Sleeplessness and thoughts of suicide

 

Speaking out

 

Lethal drugs, poison gas, maybe firing squads

Hands as skillful as those of an abortionist

“None of us wanted to do it,” he says

But he does it. A ticket to promotion

 

Don’t do drugs, kids

 

The chief executioner gets to be a Commander

He doesn’t tell his children about his work

 

It’s for the children

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