Arthur Jacob Reynolds

9,265,528

An age he will never commemerate.

An epitaph wasn't made for the son whose

Mother was an unfortunate one and whose

Father was a rapist

Curled in the corner of his cell.

A burden to some and a blessing by others.

Plugged into a wall socket by a cord barely holding on.

He prayed every moment that his mother would

Deliver him

From the bloodly walls that held him in,

Hoping for her embrace moment by moment.

But, Mother wanted

Nothing

To do with him.

She was able to authorize his execution.

It was close enough to legal.

Mother was saddened to do it, but she couldn't

Live with the memory of the Accident

Alive

In her son's eyes.

The Doctor came

The Serum injected

"Wait"

That was the Doctor's order.

Inside the prison walls,

He was contemplating what sights he'd see

Once he'd open his eyes.

Then he felt it.

He tasted his burning flesh.

Clawing to crawl out,

Gums gnaw at the feeling

Of holocaustal success.

Still connected to a wall socket,

He could't kick anymore.

Mother knew it was finished.

Wait.

That's all she could do.

The sun set twice.

Scissors sat next to the bathroom sink.

As sharp as they are, Not even they

Could forsee what they'd do tonight.

Mother had to urinate.

Before she knew it, He came.

A prisoner released attached

To a wall socket inside.

Mother couldn't bear the sight.

He coudn't see anything.

Not the color of his seared skin

Or the terror in Mother's eyes.

Snip

That's all the scissors remember.

Cut from his noose

"A free man"

Mother buried him in the bowl

Where she laid her waste to rest.

Flush