Yareah Magazine

What did I think? Same thing I think today. I thought it was slightly weird even if it was legal. But I guess I agreed with the families that there had to be Closure. Look out that window there. I can guarantee you, it's unusual to be so high in Oklahoma City. Ever since it happened, this town has had a thing about tall buildings. It's almost like that son of a bitch leveled this town.
Hell, we wanted Closure too, but they had a court order all the way from the Supreme Court. I thought it was about politics at first, and I admit I was a little pissed. Don't use the word pissed. What paper did you say you were with?
Never heard of it, but that's me. Anyway, I was miffed--is that a word? miffed?--until I understood it was about Victims' Rights. So we cancelled the execution, and built the vats, and you know the rest.

It was hard times in the mountains, it was heartbreak on the plains
Where folk were losing courage from ten years without good rains.
The land was dark with dying beasts, in one great western arc,
Converging on the mountains' grass, as if on Noah's ark.
Old Harrison had highland grass, yet horse-flesh kept him poor
— Lost a paddock at the races, and bounced back to lose three more;
To him a steed was seething power, to be owned with fear and pride,
And held love and joy and panic in the rhythm of its ride.
His Dad had murmured "Pardon", then his last word was "Regret"
— His mind was on the highlands tribe and his own unpaid debt:
How he promised blankets, horses to the last 'Ngarigo
Then brought in guns and cattle, and suggested they should go.
The son who'd never heard his father speak of such remorse
Assumed his theme was racing, and went out and bought a horse.