You are ready to greet death
Monstrous barbarities all past
Only one future atrocity remains:
The offense granted by
Your loosened bowels
As you swing pendulously
There was a time you flew
Your face emblazoned
On banners borne on desert winds
Crowds chanted your name
Only taunts meet you now
A dissonant counterpoint
To your mumbled prayers
Recited much too late
The noose is placed
A rope ring promising
An eternity together:
With one grandson
Martyred with your own
Two, meeting you at death
