as my head rests upon
the curved
cut board,
the blade of the guillotine
resting ten
feet above my neck.
give them what they want,
i exclaim
staring out into
the maddening crowd. this is
what they came
for,
and then i see a beauty
among the faces.
her blue eyes smiling
at me,
her long black hair
across her shoulders
catching sunlight.
i see kindness in her gaze.
maybe things would have
been different
if i'd met her sooner,
i think. but
it's my final thought,
and
only regret as i listen
to the tumble of
the blade.
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