Death Chair
- Anjana Basu
DEATH CHAIR This chair was an electric one. It scorched. People cutting through the pack burnt their fingers on its legs. At the end of a long corridor crowded with screams, the chair waited. It was bad with its legs in the air: the sign of a multitude of axes. It was worse with its feet on the ground. Most chairs are secure and deep They don't answer when you call them They support you quietly, bridging troubled waters Most chairs don't have names, just parts of your body easy, arm, swivel, Swede comfortable countries, three feet in the air Legs on the ground. This one was different This one was a hunter The Death Chair - symbol of a violent chase ending in electricity shockingly sudden, the final resting place. A chair is going to change your life for the worse Most chairs are secure places with narrow cushioned seats Most chairs aren't lost in the dark. RED Men who slash their wrists go there,