The Hanging Of A Child-Rapist Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

A silver-locked man shook his head
That was a clinching moment
Darkness spread its wings
What was to happen, would.
The walls were closing in
Like they had been threatening
All these years, nights and moments
Their pale textures merged
Into the corners of his mind
The time has come to experience
Slow and painful unfilling of space,
Sudden and abrupt ejection into Time
Just like that little girl, you see,
Whose piercing cries precipitated
His own descent into hell
On the other side of the glass wall
Her lips seem to be moving
He cannot read them, now,
The mists on the glass thicken.