FINAL BANQUET OF DESIRES
It is prison culture to give prisoners on death row their preferred meal right before they go into the chamber. Sometimes, they ask that a song be played to escort their souls in final moments of their life. The prison authorities usually oblige. I guess this is society’s last show of kindness that helps us digest our action. In America, I read steak, ice cream and pizza are the most requested meal of choice. Even in death, we yearn for the grand. Humans are always addicted to a bittersweet end. The hopeless seek to dilute the pain, to make the taste of death less pronounced. The last time you and I had dinner, it was served between our legs on a bed of roses with James Blunt’s “Goodbye My Lover” playing in the background. We fucked ourselves into a crime scene, bled beads of sweat all over the hotel room. The bed became the execution chair, & this time, we weren’t afraid of dying.
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Poetry: Abu Ibrahim
Image: Co-Pilot AI
Ibrahim, this is really brilliant.