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He was always a quiet man, never seemed to look up... as if his eyes were afraid of what it might mean to see the sky His gaze seemed neither fierce, nor soft. Neither attentive or lost He would never look at you, it was as if he was looking everywhere except where you happened to be. I never saw a smile cross his lips I never heard a laugh escape his lungs I never heard him curse I never heard him yell When he spoke, I could hear the dust falling off his breath It wasn't a monotone sound, but I imagine he sounded like what trees or mountains would sound like, had they voices. He existed in the loosest sense of the word He was an oddity and an enigma His quietness and unobtrusiveness could be somewhat offputting Yet...he was often able to blend into the background like a rain drop in a storm. You can imagine our surprise when he stumbled into town one hot afternoon, clothes looking like he'd fallen into a vat of red paint. Splattered. Head to toe. In between his head and his toes, cradled in his arms, was the body of a young girl He had found her in the woods, he had said, voice devoid of emotion. She had been lying off the path, in a pool of crimson. An investigation turned up nothing The people, in need of a murderer, settled on the only man they could. The man who hadn't shed even one tear over the death of a young child The trial was a farce The kangaroo court adjourned Death by hanging The man remained silent throughout the proceedings. Quietly answering the frothing prosecutor's questions with the same demeanor as someone would use when discussing the weather He wasn't defensive He wasn't derisive He didn't plead, nor pray when the verdict was announced On the day of the execution nearly everyone in town was in attendance Most of them couldn't tell you why The noose around his neck, he stared back at the crowd. Stared through them, as if they didn't exist. When the rope snapped taut, The man flailed as his body involuntarily spasm'd. When he finally passed, his body swinging lazily under the gallows, I caught the hint of a smile Only for a moment. I found it odd That he would only show a sign of life as it was ending

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC

j-a-doetsch

The Hanged Man

He was always a quiet man, never seemed to look up... as if his eyes were afraid of what it might mean to see the sky His gaze seemed neither fierce, nor soft. Neither attentive or lost He would never look at you, it was as if he was looking everywhere except where you happened to be. I never saw a smile cross his lips I never heard a laugh escape his lungs I never heard him curse I never heard him yell When he spoke, I could hear the dust falling off his breath It wasn't a monotone sound, but I imagine he sounded like what trees or mountains would sound like, had they voices. He existed in the loosest sense of the word He was an oddity and an enigma His quietness and unobtrusiveness could be somewhat offputting Yet...he was often able to blend into the background like a rain drop in a storm. You can imagine our surprise when he stumbled into town one hot afternoon, clothes looking like he'd fallen into a vat of red paint. Splattered. Head to toe. In between his head and his toes, cradled in his arms, was the body of a young girl He had found her in the woods, he had said, voice devoid of emotion. She had been lying off the path, in a pool of crimson. An investigation turned up nothing The people, in need of a murderer, settled on the only man they could. The man who hadn't shed even one tear over the death of a young child The trial was a farce The kangaroo court adjourned Death by hanging The man remained silent throughout the proceedings. Quietly answering the frothing prosecutor's questions with the same demeanor as someone would use when discussing the weather He wasn't defensive He wasn't derisive He didn't plead, nor pray when the verdict was announced On the day of the execution nearly everyone in town was in attendance Most of them couldn't tell you why The noose around his neck, he stared back at the crowd. Stared through them, as if they didn't exist. When the rope snapped taut, The man flailed as his body involuntarily spasm'd. When he finally passed, his body swinging lazily under the gallows, I caught the hint of a smile Only for a moment. I found it odd That he would only show a sign of life as it was ending