Prisoner On Death Row
Thou shalt become our enduring myth. Reason there is we still remember thee – if only in contempt!
Soon shalt thou be gone. Some quip*,
they would like to press the button
when they finally despatch thee to eternity.
Methinks getting rid of thee will be much harder. Thou wilt haunt our collective memory,
long after thou hast gone.
Thou shalt be our Titanic; thy years our own Atlantis,
A story we are never finished with,
A legend living on within,
Powered by what we will not own:
our conscience and our loss.
Thou shalt be our lasting myth. Live thou long when thou art gone!