[based on "Done in our Name" by an unknown author]    I should have known  We'd killed him  Tuesday morning.  I woke up strangely buoyant,  Whisteling a song     As when I bent  Over the dictionary's c's  Boldface, at the corner,  There to catch my eye,  Were corpse candle, cauterize   And condemnation, cyanide    I should have known then  We'd killed him  Should have sensed the  Huge organism's  Sly joy, cat's paw    Batting at his eye, in  The chamber, out again  Cranky machinery of revenge  Grinding to and fro  In the night  In our name.    One headline read "REPRIEVE"  And just a block away  Another edition shouted "EXECUTED."    It was done  In our name.  All our hands  On the wheel  That sealed him  In the tomb.  All our ears  Echoing with  It's metallic clang.    We all find ourselves  Murderers now  Participate in his death,   No - even more than that   We take part in his crime.    Others are saddened,  Diminished or angry.  But once it's done  The clock has turned.    It doesn't matter  What we said.  A man, a boy, is dead.    It was done in the dark  Tuesday morning   In our name and all our hands