Death Row Poem by Paul Butters

Being the softy that I am,
I feel sympathy for all those prisoners
On Death Row,
No matter what they've done.

But then I reflect that every one of us
Is also on Death Row.
Unless perhaps you are an ancient tree,
Or one of those jellyfish
Who regenerates like Doctor Who.

For Death is inevitable
The moment we are conceived.
I look for ways around this
And only see
An ocean
Of Religious and Spiritual
Speculation.