Texas Death Row: Reflections of a Different World (Huntsville History),Used

Texas Death Row: Reflections of a Different World (Huntsville History),Used

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Following on the heels of the highly successful Upon This Chessboard of Nights and Days: Voices from Texas Death Row, which enjoyed international exposure through a Voice of America piece that appeared on television, radio, and the Internet, this sequel introduces readers once again to the world of the inmates who sit on Texas Death Row, awaiting their date with death. The first book focused exclusively on nonfiction prose and art, whereas this second book presents an even greater range of their creative expressions through fiction, poetry, and art.Readers will be amazed to discover the level of talent that resides among these forgotten members of society who do, indeed, live in another world.Mark Robertson#000992"When It's At Your Door"You sit, lay the tax, and wait for nothinganother damp night in the yellow light of cheap bulbswithin the gray walls amongst men,killers, who struggle for their lives."You will be laid into the earth" they say,"Laid by men in linen clothes and white linen hats,For the state doesn't buy wool."Hmpf.You sleep at dusk, dawn, night or day.It doesn't really matter.It doesn't matter at all.You have the responsibilities of a rock:just sit and wait till some force comesand holds you sway and makes you cry,like the cold, hard men whom I've seenwith tears in their eyes.I shouldn't be surprised.It drives you mad. It drives you crazy,but you cannot go insane;the sanity is all that keeps you going,when darkness surrounds your day.And when the sleep does not comeyou just lie there, wearily,wondering when you'll fly out of your bodyand into the bliss of night, still wonderingif there really is a hell; a place where you'll burnfor the pleasures procured.So you count the tickets of sin,the receipts of your deeds, butyou're always in the red.And you hear the voices prattling all the time,some of god, some of money, some of love gone by,and you think how stupid their conversation is.They argue and scream, making a constant fuss,yet if they are silent, mute and still,then perhaps, just perhaps,they will become just like you.But do you really fear?Yes, perhaps a little, as the child,who once feared the dark roomwith the open, closet door, yet as with all trips,as with all fears in time, you learn to learnwhat's feared and what's trite,and you care for neither, for neither care for you,so over you roll, slapping your pillow,looking at the time, hoping your neighbordoes not hear, cannot hear,the thoughts within your mind.

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