Treasure Island

Marcus McKinley

(EARTH)

ABJURATION


I find myself among these twelve
Beset, by an oath to conspire
Amid the sides of stories told
In the guise of truth and loves desire

Upon my conscious weighs these words
In evidentiary, just and proven, noble
And in-fact according to the law
Each statement judged, in-equal

In-creditable, as interpreted
By witnesses, viewed first hand
None of which I know or knew
But, tried to understand

Piecing together twelve circumstances
In the trial of a man

Submitted: Thursday, September 30, 2010

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