Being from USA where death penalties are often by electric chair, I thought at first this was a condemned man, especially with "his demise" being a word a bit larger than just death. This could make a little difference in that there's a lot of poetic weight attached to an execution. So your comment enlightened me, and it became a different poem, as what appears a random accident.
Either way, the poem has a very powerful ending; with all the centuries of poems about death ever written, I can't think of one that death offers "the beginning of true contentment in oblivion". A most interesting way of putting it. I'm not sure what to make of it. As the "beginning" of a non existence, which would therefore have no middle or end..like a continuous beginning? And the contentment would seem to imply an ecstasy, death in the vision of a mystic. It is a brain twister. An existential on at that! You are submitting to Nature, but it is known to you alone, as you have forcefully ("at least for me") stated what your believe..
Is oblivion the secret between nature and matters unknown to us?
Your poem opens these questions to me.
I suppose it's somewhere between that famous death scene of Prince Andrey in War and Peace, and some of the works of Emily Dickerson.

The one suggestion I would offer is to find a way to get us to know right off this is not an execution, but random event. I'm not sure how to suggest anything else!

I agree with Eumolpus (he has a great
eye) ... except I'd leave it as is, just my
opinion, I like the fact that interpretation
is open, and it was an execution for me
as well.
Love that ending line, so fits the mood
set, yes ... thank you for sharing.

Richard

I also see this as an execution but on to the poem. Was it your intention to go from semi-structured free verse in the first two stanzas to poetic prose in the last one? In my opinion this might be more effective if the form had not broken...........stan

i worked for sub contractor company...we put in poles and anchors
using boom trucks...extenda backholes..rock mounts....those cages
about the poles on stone...etc....we never worked up in the
hot wires...that was for the Hydro Boys! but we being daring
buggers would stand them close enough...one wrong swing..
the urban transmission carries 25000volts..I remember the
aluminum straps with wording and warning signs as a child
placed on the wooden poles. From this the step down
transformers converts it to a lesser voltage...

A hydro man this time of year years ago was putting in
an anchor on a corner....the boom of the utility equipment
briefly swaying and introduced the guy wire close enough
for the positive to jump to the ground...being the
earth he was standing on....interesting fact was his
gloves were worn where he was wearing his wedding
ring....had his gloves been new or no wedding ring
to work that day..he would still be here...was in his
forties...the electricity passed down his arm to his
boots and killed him....many of the smaller suburban
lines have fuses...cylinders of non conductive fibre
with a strand within the core that melts causing
the sudden spike in the flow...resistance to the
ground in that great amount breaking the vast
conductive race of electrons....if there is not one
the line if broken will arc.....either way...
The electric chair uses a mere 2000 volts
250 volts is enough to stop a mans heart

I enjoyed the work of this poem
and the last line I agree with too
is very unique....
original

Thank U

W

he had been killed around one thirty that afternoon
we went past at three...sad..
also.the copper ground wires running down the poles
often just tacked..a bare green oxidized wound strand
we treated as 'live' there have been cases of people
touching these or dogs even relieving themselves
with the chain leads leading to tradgedy...
mostly they are not live....a safety precaution to save
the runaway power from damaging the lines and
equipment...

what do we think when the possible demise
arrives...a most excellent poem
put forth in a most thoughtful manner

thank U again

W

Lightning can be a billion volts, a lineman can get hit by around 70,000 volts. Death is fairly certain. I never considered execution, just shit happens, nor the possibility of there being time for a single thought.

As an intolerant atheists and profound skeptic I didn't consider even the briefest thought, release or meeting a deity. Just bang, sizzle, dead.

The is no secret understanding between nature and matters that are unknown to humans, just matters unknown to humans.

I will submit to the unbendable laws of nature
whilst questioning the beliefs
of others if they provide no evidence.

Death for me is fullstop.

It may seem I am being harsh and attacking your views but actually enjoyed your poem and appreciated the chance to have my own say,
good on you,
Ali, and thanks.

Oh and it is very well written, lucid word-craft and finely expressed.