in the mornings—
the genial self-
appointed Judge
and Jury
were—so often,
by mid-
afternoon,
disappointed—and longing
more than anything!
to hang
the whole thing altogether
that—eventually
the menial
Executioner,
moved
by a curious
compassionate sensation—and exercising,
without
much hesitation—
let alone
conviction
conviction
or deliberation
or show of emotion—
the position
of his
meager office,
proceeded
to pitch
proceeded
to pitch
his only
switch—and
do them
both a hefty favor.