Contempt Over The Contemnors Poem by RIC BASTASA

she is all inflamed
her cheeks are falling from
her bones

she speaks beastly
the wrong goddess in that

chair of justice meriting
disrespect

from the floor
the defenders are in a quandary

her other gods are angry
despite her unbecoming ways

look! the lowly turtle is turn
into the fireplace

justice dies
courtesy resigns

from now on
no one rules

the ways split
we look forward to more chaos

let us see if gods are really gods
on this turtle's turf