requests, the captain says
to the guilty men
lined up
and strapped to a pole
before
the firing squad
fires
their rifles.
cigarette, anyone?
he asks.
how about you let us
go,
says a man at the end
of the line.
i promise i'll be good
from now on.
which makes
everyone laugh,
even the condemned,
knowing it's a lie.
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