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Waiting our turn before the Court
the capital letter, this Honorable Court
waiting for our brief short minutes
the clock is running
the watchful gaze of the one in the robe
The clock is running, the Bailiff on watch
in silence waiting, their facts painful
aired into the ether, onto the record
fault and blame, his face reddened
his back tight under his blue shirt
the room hushed, paused, waiting
for the words, the judgment
of the man in the black robe

June 9, 2008

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