Thursday, April 25, 2013

April Twenty Fifth

He stood at the gallows,
Patiently awaiting
Imminent death.
He had been
Stripped
Of his ice-blue raincoat
And stood now
As any other.
He did not resent
Only hoped
That as he left this world, his
Dream
Of a better one
Would not
Leave
With him.

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