I chose death by firing squad.
jijijijiijijijijijijijijijI lived by the gun,
jijijijijijijijijijijijiiijijijijijijijijI murdered by the gun,
ijijijijjijjijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiijijjijjijijI will die by the gun.

the executioners volunteer
every man’s faulty lethal injection
leaks from my mouth
they stand shoulder length
the necks I cradled
reflected in plexiglass

my hands gripping and raising
coming down to rest

I hope they gave You the blank.