Mary was strangled, she got it the worst.
Six years later, Bryon took a shotgun
blast to the face, while Josephine and Douglas
got it from the back. All four had
got on the bad side of Clarence Ray Allen,
a broken sociopath, who killed people
every time it seemed like a good idea.
Twenty-six years later,
after a buffalo steak and frybread,
he was taken into a room, and injected
with five grams of sodium thiopental,
which put him to sleep in a hurry. They flushed
his veins with saline and another needle shoved
one hundred milligrams of pancuronium bromide,
paralyzing his diaphragm and lungs.
Another saline flush and a fifth needle
flooded his veins with potassium chloride, shutting
down the electric signals to his heart,
one switch at a time. His heart,
acclimated to malfunction,
required a second dose, two minutes later.
And we gave it to him.