Wooden
floors convulse at the approaching bands of termites
Restless
curtains still to the broken thrums of the generator
Fingers leap
on hot phones, shrivel and melt away
The
forbidding air holds council with blank walls
Too old for
decisions
Ivory gavel
strikes for order
Bed and
slippers stare mutely at the ceiling
Who will
plead not guilty?
All rise.
Judge takes
off torn, tired robes
Thrusts
swollen feet into the same slippers
Breaks into
the mechanical arms of the same bed
Leaves curl
in heavy dreams
Waves of
wires swirl in metallic grayness
Men bounce
off walls and try again
Women press
against glass doors that cannot budge
Children sit
in corners and bite their nails
Judge’s eyes
flicker and open dazed
Ceiling fan
cutting and churning stale air
All there is
to see.
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