New year began at yesterday’s sundown.
Atonement day came and went, some found it
sweet, but regret the bitter aftertaste.
In the 1960s he crouched with iron red
in his mouth, as the children stood away.
Innocence watched a crimson smile, eyes wide,
tiny fingers curled in defensive balls.
A Maryland man, with blood on his hands.
The sentence was less than death.
He wished finality into existence, willing
a release of electricity through veins hard-wired
to humanity. He lurched once, gasped.
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