Execution At The Beautiful South

Chambers over hollow passage
silver pane along the Beautiful South
Images come to snap with a cynical smile
From familiar window bars, gone
Away behind
Voices of Angels appear to shout
Stretching out
and cover faces of grieve
Now, the last guilty hands are led
Away behind
Eyes of heaven or Reapers from hell
That reluctance to leave or
Fear of arriving at the Beautiful South
A drag of impending death
the people outside sings in tears
He speaks and cries
Away behind
I know he meant to live
And justice done to all who
sins and leaves his mark
Away behind
Every chamber holds a
sinister tale of the hollow truth
And resounds into conscience
that song of heaving
a wanderer's final expression and plea
which tells another story
before casting
Away behind
And justice be done
and justice let loose
to pounce.

Copyright © 1996 The Light Island

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