I took the hand of the man most wanted.
He kissed my palm, with somewhat happy lips.
Happy lips for a man on death row I find
He didn't do it. I know that -
you hear that every day. People claiming innocence.
With blood stains clearly staining
Underneath their fingernails.
But Jason didn't do it.
Not this time.
He is a good man. We are sitting alone now
Within the walls of a cell - a perk of having
Connections within the police department.
Perks. I laugh a little at that.
I am carrying our baby, eight months old.
I half expected to miscarry
Under the influence of stress related
Continuous death-daring-seeking violence.
We have named her Liberty.
To count for irony in a bottle.
She kicks now.
She kicks life into a deadly world.
He sits within the electric chair.
I can feel his life draining from his body. That is
How connected we are you see.
I can feel an electric shock pulsing through
This fatal attraction
Lies within love, and death.
His eyes close as I feel blood pouring down my legs,
In some ways it pours
Up towards my heart.
The government took his life, you see,
In more ways than one.
- Boneata Bell