Ellis island unit one;
Glass partition,
A grieving box
I do not oppose this barbarism, you’d think I might;
Humanitarian that I purport to be.
Vengeance is familiar in the South-not swiftly but by
Yards and years on the Row.
sleep comes first
breathing next
and the heart the last to go
We don’t polish the bough of regret here
This is death row
There is plenty of life left here to extinguish
sleep comes first
breathing next
and the heart the last to go.
They say it is humane
To lay him down to sleep
Chalk his breath with poison
Stalk and stop his evil heart with buckles.
Texas hold ’em.
Flash your angry hearts
then let them go.
Rusty Truck 