Suspended like petrified branches    Dusty stone blistered in stale air    Creeps like dawn…a winter storm    They electrocuted him here…he was alone       Clawed his name – a stone testament    Bleeding fingers grip this rusted tomb    Resounding from the cries, air stifles then stills    Silent now and savouring a righteous kill       Criminal how they gathered at the fringe    Singled out him, stamping feet    Clenching teeth shaking fists in the wind    Ice air returning to the river       Ebbs and flows…    In blood, exile       Ice air returns    Back to the river    Course already run    Blood ebbs and flows    Melting this ice    And damning their souls    This blood’s on your hands    In blood, exile.