Grey Morning Tears

Grey dust wakes the morning

Winters airs chill. Breeze through

The cells walls

 

Water drips, slowly turning to an icicle

Ready to impale if is shaken.

 

Today it is my turn.

The lady before me went with tears

Down the walk and up the stairs to hell

One long second and she was ready to die

Her legs twitched for half an hour

                               Then she was gone

 

Now I walk the same steps she did,

Frostbitten feet caked with mud

And frozen with ice.

They must lift me up the stairs

 

One year in the gallows has mangled thy body.

 

Coarse wrappings dance around my neck

Droplets freeze to my check

Soon such sweet bliss

 

How long shall it be?

 

Boards below stir and I am falling

So long did that short tumble take

 

Rope squeezes my neck

I feel the air escape me and I too leave for hell