Renewal
a poem about dying by the Punjab lasso!
My throat begs for air
But he is choking me
My hands go up in reflex
To no avail for me
Although my death is her fault
I am alone here
Other than him
I feel the rope come about me neck
And try to keep it from tightening
But it's slowly raising now
I stare at him in horror
He smiles coldly
I'm wheezing for breath now
And he gestures goodbye
This is it
With a fierce strike of his arm the rope leaps up
And I am tossed down
And I hear a crack louder than a gunshot
And My neck is in agonizing pain
He comes over to me
And I feel a sharp blow to my face
My fingers no longer grasp the harsh string
My brain no longer functions or thinks
My renewal is here and death is my grant
As the world goes slowly by the power of his hands.