How can we ask … “forgive us”
when we know exactly what we are doing,
with lethal injection?
Nailed by syringes
to the cross-pieces of IV poles,
as gallows, as the three-tree silhouette
on our Easter cards
he dies …
“Man, I’m not” … and “something’s wrong”
his Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani,
but then no one can claim that piercing
the side of any child of God
will be kind or
prove to deter one more death.
As in Judea, it is about convenience,
after revenge, of course,
and we are still rolling the dice
against exonerated wrongful convictions.
So, let us not call this killing “botched” …
after forty-three minutes
or three hours,
the veil in the temple is torn from top to bottom
and we are again in the dark.
in memoriam Clayton Lockett
Matthew 25:40b Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.