with smiling face she(i) says:
“You are the weakest link
Goodbye”
the smile is the
mask of an executioner
as he asks for your
for your final testimony
(as if he cares)
as he(i) pulls the cord
and the blade descends
from the “heavens”
(how could this blade be of God?)
the one(i) fated to die ponders
they(i) are the weakest link in the chain
the loose cobblestone amidst a freshly paved street
the forest surrounding a city
the blacks smith removes
the steam roller flattens,
the axes fall,
the blade is dropped
“i(the executioner and executed) am the weakest link,
Goodbye.”
