photo of Red Hat Execution Chamber by Lee Honeycutt
The guards laugh and chide
each other;
who gets to throw the switch?
Yes, I hear their echoed remarks
at night,
in my dreams.
When I’m in the hole, I sense their
thoughts through my tears,
burning in my mind.
They fear me and my friend.
All of us on the row know her,
intimately.
We’re brothers and sisters walking.
And I see her during the day,
as much a part of me now.
Her quiet, constant vigil
in robe and sickle.
And God won’t forgive me.
I see his back to me.
My pleas have fallen on deaf ears.
The priest beside me drones on
as we walk hand in hand
like blood brothers.
I smile at his supposed
delusions of savior.
My altar stands before me
with straps and buckles newly
polished.
Somehow this comforts me.
As I await my electric connection
to hell, I recall the guard’s
chill exclamation as I
stepped from
my cell;
dead man walking.
by
Rod C. Stryker
Never one to shy away from controversy, this piece was written in response to a story of a condemned prisoner. I attempted to place myself in his shoes. Although death via electrocution is in decline, it is still an alternative to lethal injection in a few US states.