Posts Tagged ‘Death’
My house is one of heartache
A place of steel and stone
A barren cell, a home in hell
And here I stand, alone
And when I rage and pace my cage
That no man wants to own
My body aches with frozen stakes
That chill me to the bone
I hear them sling their giant keys
And crank the iron locks
The scrape of feet upon concrete
The guards patrol the blocks
Convicts’ knives take human lives
No jungle holds more danger
And each new day that comes my way
Each man remains a stranger
I watch my back ’cause there’s a lack
Of men who can be trusted
And through the haze there comes a rage
Toward the rat that got me busted.
They came today and took away
The man that lived next door
To end his strife, he took his life
He couldn’t take no more.
It’s quiet here upon the tier
Since Death has claimed a brother
Now each of us are wondering:
Who might be another?
by BRIAN JOHNSEN, #300907, 1115 H. St. Modesto, CA 95354
A released autopsy revealed new information in the death of an Arizona inmate.
Marcia Powell, 48, died last May in a hospital after collapsing in an outdoor holding cell at the Perryville prison in Goodyear, Arizona. The recently released autopsy found that her core body temperature was 108 degrees and that there were numerous first- and second- degree burns on her face.
Powell was on anti-psychotic drugs at the time of her death, which are known to cause heat related illnesses. The ongoing investigation focuses on whether or not Powell’s death was negligent homicide or an accident.
A two part special that talks about the life of prison inmates who live in prison with no chance of parole. It highlights the life and death of the inmates who spent more time in prison than in the outside world.
What if you knew the moment you were going to die?
THE FARM: 10 DOWN
Premieres on The National Geographic Channel Tuesday, June 16th
as “A DECADE BEHIND BARS: RETURN TO THE FARM” @ 8PM Eastern/Pacific
This morning I read that Douglas Dennis, died from a heart attack suffered while serving out his life sentence in Angola for a murder that took place in the 1950’s. I only knew him by his nickname Swede.
Swede was the most intriguing man in that place. Sarcastic, bitter, but funny and brilliant. I used to bring him New Yorker Magazines which he loved and we’d talk about almost any topic imaginable as though he had been everywhere and thought of everything. No doubt about it, Swede was the smartest person in Angola and a good storyteller.