Watching The Wheels

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Options of Justice

There is no such thing as a silent
Witness.

Ears, eyes, nose and throat
Reveal
A jury of accusers, 
Or defenders,
Screaming toward the multitude
Of the options of justice.

Switching tenses is not error,
No,
For we must be victims and
Perpetrators
All at once
Or never,
Delicately balancing the truth
Against the bold faced lie.

Do we or don't we wait for
The Son
To rise and shine and warm
A multitude
At the Harvest of the Age,
Yet casting a shadow
Upon those forever left wanting
Any verdict based not upon lost dreams?

Easier said than done,
They say,
But it helps not the timid
Nor the great
At the hour of great upheaval.

Remove the doubt
That there are two kinds of hell:
No options
And too many.

Copyright 2012 by Andrew T. Durham

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