Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Injector (poem)

All it takes is a steady hand
to reveal a vein and then
insert needle
right arm and left.
Efficiency is routine practice--
a backup injection.

Can't just hold the switch down anymore
the days of Old Sparky
a Texas cookout of brains
and seared flesh
under a brown leather veil
are over
unless chosen.

What barbarians!
The Injector is a calm executioner,
murder made classy
with an alcohol swab--
dignified.
Staring down men in their dimmest
moment.
And all the doctor can do
in the corner of the room
eyes closed...
is to meditate
before he declares death.

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