In Court
That girl was out on stand, a kettle rushing with steam rose under her cheeks.
In one swoop they bound together with their angry voices to decide her failures
Like parliament,
Wigs and powdered makeup, whispers gossip and fumes the plea of guilty.
The arguments
ran from
ear to ear
in panic to find reason.
She dismissed the blame and left. The case
was never dismissed.
After Court
He is still
in her class
taking up all the air in the room.
He is smiling!
Mocking her, his broken leg, and dead father.
Speaking was the same as silence
If she was quiet - if she told you
No difference
He is still
Sitting next to her
every day
For three
more
years.
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