Every life must end.
That very morning, as the woman trembled
In her prison rags, her chains
Trembling with her to match her trembling soul,
Till they reached the cold stone wall,
Where all tremors ceased,
A gray and ancient wolf ambled through the trees
To find a place to die.
They yanked the woman to her feet
And led her out to end her life;
Out from the intimacy of the prison walls
That had guarded her;
Out into the streets, and through the market,
Past the market, through the gate,
And...
Every Life Must End
That very morning, as the woman trembled
In her prison rags, her chains
Trembling with her to match her trembling soul,
Till they reached the cold stone wall,
Where all tremors ceased,
A gray and ancient wolf ambled through the trees
To find a place to die.
They yanked the woman to her feet
And led her out to end her life;
Out from the intimacy of the prison walls
That had guarded her;
Out into the streets, and through the market,
Past the market, through the gate,
And...
Every Life Must End