I was led to the gallows
Gruffly, by indifferent men
Who’d learned not to feel.
They pushed me forward,
So that I would climb the steps.
When I reached the top,
The hangman looked into my eyes.
“How are you?” he said.
“Pardon me,” I beseeched.
“Excuse me,” he said,
As he slipped the cover over my head,
Then the noose,
Adding, “Thank you.”
“Pardon me,” I implored,
Though he was not a lawman.
And his last words, which came after mine,
Which I heard as darkness became light,
Were “Have a nice day, darlin’. Welcome home.”