Die-hards, for/against,

either side of the road

shuffle chilly and damp

eager to be first in line

for the big event,

restless for the gates to open

outside the Walls Unit,

proud home of Old Sparky


Hunched state troopers

shadowed under floodlights

linger for the final order,

midnight, standard time

for legal murder

by the State of Texas


What a country!

Any good old boy can stage

a lynching party

right here on the tailgate

of his very own automobile


Look at them, jostling around,

fists in the air with ideology

while the man inside the cell

digests his last platter

of tacos and ice cream


They can hardly wait

to cheer


Beats Christmas,

New Years,

and not one commercial