I Was Just A Witness Poem by Francie Lynch

A light cracked the door,
And then we hear:
'All rise.'
I witnessed Justice
Behind the glass, in a box:
He scratched and stretched
Skin over his eyes and brows and stubbled face,
Needing a fix for his appearance.
Something was unbalanced
Before me.
Our view
Was that of figures bending,
Whispering inaudibly,
With ear pieces and muffled mikes,
Suspending us and time.

At recess we talked of trials and errors,
And recalled the blind man's bluff,
Then someone called over.

A solemnity plea was set before the judge.
Did he hear:
'Just over the limit...
Machines have a rate of variability...'

He wore no belt or laces, and perhaps
No socks.
That could make him unbalanced.

'All rise.'
Again.

I almost fell to my knees
And pressed my hands
To surrender.

And I was just a witness.