The Hanged Man

There he walked in his Sanity
through the mists of thine Small towns....
oh! dusty towns- Gallows!
his neck hanging now- from yonder frayed noose-
while beyond church bells - And Angels Sing......
as his loved ones walk away.

Fret this structure called oaken plank
Gallows! oh last home to the prosecuted dead!
 Empty your pockets! nor your sins......
to this machine of beasts unknown eye.
Cry not maiden thought her Spouse the one whos damned
As the man in his black velvet hood- Secretly- Smiled.
turn your head away- see not my eyes pop......
or flesh drip- the Condemned man wished-
executioner hooded black " have it be done"

Now the winds of time moved Away, Away, Away,
No more  does the Condemned man stand-
that beast of a Crowd- Spectators- like a Carnival.....
Carnival Sideshow!..... about the town Square....
moved away, from where, where he still hangs.
oh, fury! in my heart! oh Great God! was his last thought
as his neck snapped in two.... Protect my love- and family,
if this is insane- " let it be done......"


   7/20/91