The Chair

• Jacinta Finch, Grade 12, AIM Senior Secondary Music College
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition

His metallic wrists weigh, as heavy as his heart.
Each tentative step sounds, like thunder, echoing.
The lightning will come, when it’s time to depart.
A blue man shouts “Hurry up scum!”, bellowing.
Dense electrons expand, in the room like foam,
engulfing like quicksand, plastering like loam.
He trudges through still lives, cementing a cage,
chiselled into space-time, frozen in voltage.
Reaching the chair he sits, in silhouette static.
Perfectly in he fits, to the puzzle of ethics.
“What are your last words?”
The blue man orders.
smirking he blurts;
“If you, kill a killer,
shouldn’t you, be murdered?”