[based on "Done in our Name" by an unknown author]
I should have known
we`d killed him
Tuesday morning.
I woke up strangely buoyant,
whisteling a song
As when I bent
over the dictionary`s c`s
boldface, at the corner,
there to catch my eye,
were corpse candle, cauterize
and condemnation, cyanide
I should have known then
we`d killed him
should have sensed the
huge organism`s
sly joy, cat`s paw
Batting at his eye, in
the chamber, out again
cranky machinery of revenge
grinding to and fro
in the night
in our name.
One headline read "REPRIEVE"
and just a block away
another edition shouted "EXECUTED."
It was done
in our name.
All our hands
on the wheel
that sealed him
in the tomb.
All our ears
echoing with
it`s metallic clang.
We all find ourselves
murderers now
participate in his death,
no - even more than that
We take part in his crime.
Others are saddened,
diminished or angry.
But once it`s done
the clock has turned.
It doesn`t matter
what we said.
A man, a boy, is dead.
It was done in the dark
Tuesday morning
in our name and all our hands