Regarding Jury Duty 2008
The Juror
Peering through majesty swaying
What haphazard laws cause this distress
The Green Key & Bailiff
The strength of his presence fills the hall
Yet at the frame he smiles and winks
Courtroom 10 Hallway
Each finds a different task
A single man in grey and black cheerfully is perched
Reflected as above I soar
The mottled furs are at its core
Delicate branches praying
Far below she paused whilst saying
What is this but such a bore?
Why must I go in at the door?
Listening to naught but braying
She pulls her hair tight in protest
Yanking its strands into a knot
A gesture representing the mess
Infernal bureaucracy at its best
Of true justice there is naught
Jingling of the armoured might
Ready for the most heinous fight
Strides of a giant and as tall
Enveloping shadow on the wall
Immense power hides even the light
Uniformed without a blight
Before him in fear all do fall
Raises his slurpee in greeting
From his pocket he pulls a key
Holds it up, then pauses as he thinks
As though in contemplation fleeting
The chain of verde flashing I see
Some lost in a book or paper
Others stare, meditating on their maker
A few playfully discourse behind a mask
One subtly withdraws a flask
Another looks as though he plans a faker
Some are lively, just come from the baker
A girl longingly in the sun would rather bask
Glancing around as I do at all
Our eyes meet in mutual amusement
No sadness his countenance has besmerched
But gaity as though waiting for a ball
He looks about with quiet bemusement
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