In Justice

Try not to
stem the words
your body makes; the way
they susurrate, linger, grow,
reverberate in the middle spaces
people are afraid to go, where
blinds are drawn, to hide the
dawning light of something
going wrong

In the court
of other minds
You’re tried and found
They make you face the sun
because your back’s against
the shadows, you disloyal child
Traitors to our peace cannot
leave until we’re done with
you undone

I kneel
I gape
The tide waits – no –
The tide washes over me.

Copyright © 2014 Antelune. All Rights Reserved.

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