Chapter 1 – The Execution

14 May

Seven shots sound


The signal (?)


..and from the prisoner

“Hail Mary full of grace…”


“ and in the hour of our death…”


“..Amen.” And a final excretory moan from the mouth of a dying man.

Perhaps it was conscience

That triggered straight shooters

To stray. For one less than seven wounds

Brought justice slowly to

A beating heart.

Red-blooded and condemned

The rosary fell to his feet.

Head bowed, hooded

Body bound.

Winter’s icy chill conjured steam from

Mouths of the living and

Rose up from death’s new blood.


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