I broke my ankle nearly five weeks ago so I have been confined to quarters for far too long. I do escape occasionally thanks to the kindness of my driver but, mostly, I am trapped, here inside my head.

Nothing

Do you know: nothing beats a public hanging?
Watch the crowd as they bay with delight.
Feel the surge of joy as he swings
And witness the rhythm of his dangling feet.

Who tried this man? Was it you?
Who heard the evidence against?
I heard that the finger pointing out his misdemeanors
Was attached to the hand that handled his defence.

It's too late now - the excitement is over.
The beating has left his wounded heart.
Gone is the victim of your misunderstanding
And nothing will revive his love-bearing spark.