“...he stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path.”
-George Orwell, “A Hanging”
Evening. Maybe he was already dead Dead long before the State boys strapped him down And a functionary started an I.V. drip Left arm? Or right? In a cinder-block room
With windowed faces posted on both sides Testaments to the protocols of death The liturgy of falling away because He and the lads murdered a helpless man
He breathed. And then he didn’t. His bowels let go And did they put a Band-Aid on the wound?
Let’s go outside and feel the wind
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.