witnessing real justiceA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)a wierd day.witnessing real justice
we watched from a confused Plexiglas cage:
the strapped-in villain exhaled a desperate confession to God (emotional stress fractured his physical facilities), he seized hard, lost bladder and bowel control, inhaled a mix of noxious toxins and self-righteous spurn (chemical trauma set the nervous system aflame), seized again, wallowed and shivered in his urgent pain (reminded me of a drowning somehow), gurgled up an eternally blighted wraith (internally incinerated; actual smoke escaped his cracked lips) and fell forever limp. just gone.
“so this is proper justice?” I asked the peacock-proud warden.
“it’s what we got,” he replied in a seemingly baffled rasp.
I felt more perturbed than impressed.
one witness said they had night terrors after seeing the execution.
I didn’t dream at all. © 2010 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Author's Note
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Added on April 2, 2010Last Updated on April 2, 2010 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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