Roy Lee Ward to Be Executed Tomorrow

Sitting comfortably on this

millennial gray sofa, I watch 

distraught witnesses weep 

behind a podium, espousing

that Roy should ultimately

be executed tomorrow morning,

the primetime news turning

shades of sadness and fear,

shortly before joy 

in the next segment.

Seems like the gray area for 

reporting. Gray area for Indiana,

gray area for ethics. Gray

from this sofa.

Words seep out of weepy

mouths. Brutal murder.

And no doubt and

Justice for Stacy Payne.

There doesn’t seem to be

any room for gray when

that fifteen year old girl is 

dead. Her young body

gray. Is the issue still gray?

Will there be pro-life protestors

outside Roy’s execution

tomorrow in the sunlight,

no gray in the sky,

picketing the chamber,

on account that this policy,

this death penalty at the state

level is just so gray,

such an area to be debated,

to be plucked from the 

yellow disc floret of a daisy,

maybe it’s warranted,

maybe it’s not,

maybe it’s okay,

maybe it’s not.

Do daisies come in gray?