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Riffs
From The Row By William Van Poyck - July 5, 2006
For
the past several weeks the local TV news stations have been highlighting
the current budget stalemate which has befuddled the We
have two executions scheduled for this month, one on July 20th
and another on the 27th. Mike Lenz, the guy set to die on the
27th is a very good friend of mine, and I’ve been in the
unenviable position of have to count down his final days with him. Mike
killed a fellow prisoner in one of those common prison encounters where
you must kill or be killed. Mike was in prison for burglary; the guy he
killed was a convicted murderer and known bully, a fact Mike’s jury
was prevented from learning. Baring a legal miracle his execution is
certain, and Mike recognizes this. Abstractly we all recognize that from
the moment of birth we begin the process of dying, but when you are
really facing imminent death, when it is sure and confirmed, it attains
a different flavor. The remaining husk of your life is now measured in
discrete, finite units of time, as fixed as your heart beats, each one
steadily diminishing, like the ticking second hand of a clock. There is
an inexorable, incremental ratcheting of tension that threatens your
very sanity as you ponder the imponderable: How do you prepare yourself
for not existing? I grieve for my friend, Mike, and I know that after
July 27th a small part of me will die with him. In truth,
though few will recognize, a small part of all of us will die will die
with him.
William Van Poyck was sentenced to death in Florida but was transferred to Virginia’s death row by the governor of Florida after Florida State Prison guards murdered Van Poyck’s codefendant, Frank Vales, in his death row cell in 1999.
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