My Execution Poem by Frank Bana

Facing my execution
Unsure I was the one
Found with the smile, holding the smoking gun

The hooded hulk
Weighs me up and sighs
Deep delight is dancing in his eyes

He knows so well
Arousal and the swell
Anticipates the snap, the fall, the void

While I look back
At the wide door of my cell
From which my life has suddenly emerged

Regretful or ashamed
Who do I have to blame and who
Have I betrayed? As they abandon me

To the moment's agony
Enough to know which years
Paid for the prison, which were
falling
free