The end of all
the executioner steps uphe looks out across the crowd
assembled before him
he pulls down his mask
and beckons to the guards
the prisoner is brought forward
what is this man's crime
it does not matter
his fate is the same
whether he stole a loaf of bread
to feed his family
or he killed the mayor
it does not matter
the executioner draws his axe
he swings it back
the crowd looks away
not daring to witness
what will come next
the axe comes down
with a sickening sound
for this man
it is the end of all
Poetry by Russell
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Written on 2006-05-12 at 00:40
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