Captured

On death row one writes mad letters

On death row it’s too late to strive to be better

When on the row of death an atheist can be tempted to surrender

 

On death row one obsesses over the long-ago death blow

On death row men suck their own dicks and ladies their own genitals

When on the row of death arms are reaching out like tentacles

 

On death row Makaveli was slaughtered by four little beads in September

On death row there is no new experience worthy to remember

When on the row of death there is no well founded reason to cherish every breath

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