Hands Of My Executioner Poem by Carsten Thomsen

Hands Of My Executioner



And as the hands of my executioner
twitching in joyful anticipation
reaches for my bottle of sparks
I notice the hands on my watch
as it inches yet another inch forward
in recorded time
towards nothing in particular

courageous like a father
the coward turned his back on past
and ran

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