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Jan 2015
Strap him to a gurney.
    Put a needle in his arm.
    Time has grown short.

       A clock ticks away
            final moments.
Cold figures stand the watch;
 no compassion, empty souls.
     Aztec priests, gift givers,
       administer vengeance
                                                       ­   
       Fly on burdened spirit.
            Sleep dog, sleep.
Written by
RW Khalid Curley  Madison WI
(Madison WI)   
709
   Brian Payamps
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