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In the name of god
In the grainy smuggled video
The executioner lifts his sword
Over the first of two condemned
Strikes once
The body shudders
Head drops to the side
Strikes again
To sever the flap of sinew
Connecting head to body
In the name of the king and his subjects
In the name of god
To redeem the honor of men
*
Led to the sun-blasted square
Hands shackled behind his back
Tranquilized into compliance
Kneeling toward Mecca on a 4x4 meter tarp
Sanitary prayer mat
Blindfolded he hears
The delirious prayers of the first condemned
The executioner shouting the name of god
The rustle of his robe
The whistling of his sword
A sigh
Between sword strikes
Then the thumping roll of the head
A sound among the sounds of this world
The executioner exalted and protected
Strides towards him
*
Death is not instantaneous
Life throbs through the electrochemical pulp
In the skull case
Feels the phantomed body flare
I pray his brain was flooded with endorphins
I pray he sensed a tunnel of light
Drawing him forward then darkness
As when I switch the television off
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