Noun. To punish the mob
With execution of every
Hundredth man.
For every hundred iterations
Of flesh and breath,
A hangman's noose
A guillotine drop,
A shiv between the ribs.
Worse than the killing stroke
Is the pause in which you wait,
Breath clenched in the fist of your heart:
Are you marked with that centesimal sign
Or blessed with the lesserness
Of number ninety-nine?
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Apr 5 2009
mm, good finish up. has a nice pace, which is hard in a work so small. well done
Oct 30 2009
I hate moments like those. The ones where you're waiting for the lab results on your "abnormal" cells, or the ones where you're waiting for the news from the ICU...
A poem I don't want to think about. LOL Good job.
Apr 5 2009
wow, am i the only intrigued by this, instead of repulsed?
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