I was convicted of a crime that blew my mind,
charged for the ****** of two white girls, ages
7 and 11, that I never took part in, a 14-year-old
black boy hated by the white world, shut off, dissolving,
devolving, feeling like I was hit by an atomic bomb
as I sat in the electric chair, my mouth strapped,
rainy blue tears cascading down my cheeks.  I was
displaced, misplaced, backspaced, staring into the darkened
eyes of crazed white men, my mind divided, subsided,
blinded, sliding into drunken seas, unable to breathe
as they placed a face mask over my face, slippery saliva
oozing from my mouth, wanting to rewind time and find
a better route.  But I was at the end of the line, my ragged
design powerless and declining, my teeth smoking, one eye
missing, drifting downhill to nothingness.