137 Death Row

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Hollow jangles,
clanks, bounced off
cold gray blocks
and patterns of steel.
Echoes reechoed, echoed
and died.
Faces stared through
thin cracks,
peep holes of cells.
Eyes followed feet past
door,wall,face, bar,
door, wall, face, bar,
gone
down corridors
through the last door,
strapped to the seat,
coils,
current,
peace.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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