A rope swings gently in the wind
hanging from an elevated stage
an audience mills below the steps
From a gleaming metal bared window
a young women in plain clothes watches
she sits proper and straight before her fate
They come at dawn clacking with her chains
she holds her head high down the hall
as tears stream down her petite face
The steps are high as they hoist her up
ringing the rope around her fragile neck
the roughness is a promise of darkness
In the crowd she sees her children mourning
Not yet dead she smile at them sadly
and mouths “I’ll always love you”
There is an ominous thump from below
and she struggles in the air hands grasping
too light for the rope to snap her neck
Hours and hours later the crowd gone
she breathes her last breath alone
hanging for something she didn’t do