it's time

it's time

flippant executioner

flippantly flips the switch

a life turns off

one sad mother sheds a tear

her love electrocuted

her heart dries eventually

flippant executioner

heads for home

dinner awaits on the stove

it's a gas stove

his wife flinches

"supper is ready, hon!

please sit."

erin-cilberto

8/321/22

Reviews

[duff]

Powerful piece my friend. I've reread it and its great writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for appreciating this piece...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I've read this poem several times now. The word executioner sends shivers. I do not believe in a life for a life. I find it abhorrent. I read of a man who was recently put to death in Oklahoma after being in prison for 25 years for a killing he did as a very young man. I don't understand that thinking. Why punish his mother and family further for something which was not in their control. And yes, how can you live with yourself when taking a life even if the state approves it. A powerful write which could form a huge and empassioned debate.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, Chris,
j.