Wednesday, January 4, 2012

the court of red flags (integrity)

Today the judge showed her face and turned away, snickering.
Her white teeth flashed among the dark hanks of hair. A jury
of my peers is unneccessary. No one, it seems, can sink
so low. “You don’t even know what is is that you gave away.”
The greater the pain, the greater the smiles. They are neither
kind nor unkind, and that's the worst part. There will be no
verdict or relief today. “Come back in four days and
we’ll put you in your place again and again til you know
what it is that you did.” The laughter outwaits me. And
all the red and yellow flags bend in the wind, the sirens roar,
the blue lights flash. She thinks I’ve got this coming.
I am equally sure, whatever it is, that I don’t. So think:
What would it be, the trouble I'm in, if only I knew? Look
outside the box and rule book; Oh that, oh that, oh that.