essay: #022: long, green mile
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For one man, so it seems.
37-year-old, 9/11 conspirator, Moussaui’s.
Matrimony to martyrdom.
From a skewered perspective.
Honey, welcome, to the rest, of your natural life.
Just missing out, on the death penalty.
Newest tenant, on the Supermax bloc.
Poor mama’s bleating:
How dare, they leave her boy, to die.
Like a rat, in a hole.
Sweeter, I’d imagine.
It could not be.
Yes, right, this time round.
Poetry from the lips of Judge Leonie Brinkema.
As she sentenced him.
To a green-mile, horror.
Of the most, unimaginable kind.
You will spend the rest of your life in a supermaximum security prison… It’s quite clear who won… and who lost. You came here to be a martyr in a great bang of glory, but to paraphrase the poet T.S Elliot, instead you will die with a whimper. .. You will never again get a chance to speak and that’s an appropriate and fair ending.