July 4, 2012

• THE HANGMAN’S DANCE….yep, I wrote a friggin poem!

      

  THE HANGMAN’S DANCE

   

  The hangman waited, to do the chore,

  Rope fresh tied, with an oiled trapdoor.

  He stood arms folded, there dark and silent,

  To render service, by the law’s own judgment.

   

  They walked Jake to the gallows, where the hangman stood,

  This silent man, with a folded hood.

  They read the words, why Jake should die,

  Of the evil done, as he began to cry.

   

  Then the parson’s words, just wasted breath,

  All Jake could see, was his hideous death.

  “Please Mr. hangman, ya jest gotta know,

  I ain’t kilt that fella, so please let me go!”

   

  Poor Jake was hooded, dark without sound,

  The hemp noose placed, like a necklace round.

  Jake’s legs shook and his knees went weak,

  For it’s judgment time, and his death they seek.

   

  “Oh lawd forgive me, and give one last chance,

  Jest don’t make me do, the hangman’s dance.”

  The hangman stepped back, and gripped the lever,

  There was a ‘click’, and Jake’s heart went to quiver.

   

  The trapdoor sprang, and sounded like thunder,

  Jake was aloft, and headed down under.

  All the world went quiet, and he felt so free,

  His thoughts were clear, though he could not see.

   

  Ol’ Jake took flight, then was snatched by the rope,

  Then he kicked and jerked, as his soul lost hope.

  Poor Jake now swung, like the swaying willows,

  There underneath, the hangman’s gallows.

   

  So here’s the moral, to this clump of words,

  Stray not from the righteous, like villainous cowards.

  And all you boys, take not a chance,

  Else you learn, the hangman’s dance.

   

  Charlie

  　

  　

  　

   

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