One view of capital justice

Now that I am no longer in the jury pool for a death penalty case, now that it has moved to another venue and won’t even be tried in my town, I no longer feel constrained about posting this Sandburg poem. It states my views. I thought about reading it to the judge, but as it turned out, I didn’t ever get as far as an interview.

Killers

I AM put high over all others in the city today.

I am the killer who kills for those who wish a killing today.

Here is a strong young man who killed.
There was a driving wind of city dust and horse dung blowing and he stood at an intersection of five sewers and there pumped the bullets of an automatic pistol into another man, a fellow citizen.
Therefore, the prosecuting attorneys, fellow citizens, and a jury of his peers, also fellow citizens, listened to the testimony of other fellow citizens, policemen, doctors, and after a verdict of guilty, the judge, a fellow citizen, said: I sentence you to be hanged by the neck till you are dead.

So there is a killer to be killed and I am the killer of the killer for today.
I don’t know why it beats in my head in the lines I read once in an old school reader: I’m to be queen of the May, mother, I’m to be queen of the May.
Anyhow it comes back in language just like that today.

I am the high honorable killer today.
There are five million people in the state, five million killers for whom I kill
I am the killer who kills today for five million killers who wish a killing.

—Carl Sandburg, from Smoke and Steel (New York: Harcourt, Brace and Howe, 1920) Bartleby.com, 2000.