"It's time," one said
As I was chained hand and foot
Led down the grey walk

The room is too bright
Eyes burned with afterimage
Of a comfy chair

Tubes and bottles wait
Needled lines waiting for me
Like transparent snakes

In the dark they wait
They, my final audience
Come to see me die

"Do you have last words?"
As I am strapped to the chair
Soft leather comfort

The snakes bite my skin
And the I.V. drip begins
"I am Innocent!"

The fire burns my veins
And I look through the mirror
At my audience

Fading fast I hear
The preacher intoning God
Dying as they watch

The audience cheers
"Justice has prevailed!", although
I was Innocent


Alicat the Persnikitty