They broke that sum-bitch on a carriage wheel.
I wonder, how did that pain really feel.
I would like to have watched the agony
during the last hours of Arcangeli---
bound to those spokes by which the wheel had spoken
while all of that thug's bones were smashed or broken,
in those slow cycles of the hangman's turning.
Now Arcangeli sears in hell's fierce burning.
Absent there, for that day's main, grim attraction,
his fate.at least, gives me some satisfaction
Starward