"On the Eve of Essays"
When the criminals are so blatant
Or is he...simply
Fulfilling a role?
At midnight tonight
The blade falls
And I feel guilty
Again
Did I do everything I could
To save them
Or...more to the point
To give them
The chance to save themselves
I look out at their faces
No traces of innocence
And yet still
Not fully culpable
It's palpable
Their apathy
Is adamantly
Ushering in
Their end
And I
Unwilling executioner
ironically
Alone in my
Desire
To keep their
Often hard
Often hanging
Heads
On their shoulders
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