The Execution

The Execution
By John A. Wilson

I kneel upon the platform
And lay my head upon the block
Today my life is over
With the crowing of the cock

Just a few more moments left
To make my peace with God
Tonight and nights forevermore
I'll molder `neath the sod

I bare my neck now to the axe
And prepare to be laid low
And for the last time in this life
I hear the rooster crow