Eric Bult

(15 June 1926 / London UK)

Untimely Finding


From many tables they return today
Where suits of two in red and two in black
Did joust, in teams of two: strategic play
And formal ruling proof against attack.

No charge has yet been formulated for
A criminal case which will test legal brains;
That notwithstanding, many teams of four
Delivered judgement yesterday, it seems.

It is at times like this my confidence
Of legal process within criminal courts
Is quite unshaken by the incidence
Of such conclusions or unfounded thoughts.

My own career perspective never fails
To keep opinion always on the rails.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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I write this poem when the 'Blade Runner' first appeared at Court.

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