29 April 2008

            The Execution of Nguyen Tuong Van

            Death came on a quiet Friday, before sunrise,
            Slow as the final footsteps to the prison yard
            Abrupt as a broken neck.

            So you've crossed, Nguyen, into the clear light,
            A place without need for answers

            While we who sleep in darkness
            Grope and wrestle with our questions,
            Stumble through our savage dreams.
posted by Gilbert at Tuesday, April 29, 2008 5 comments