In Most Cases

The gavel of justice falls,

Once, twice, three times.

“Order, order, order in the

Court!” the judge demands.

And that’s what I can recall—

This sinister, unattached and

random thought which just

this morning ran uninvited

through my mind. Could

this be an entree’ of words,

a vague inkling of that which

perhaps may lead me to the

line or two of poetry I seek?

“Guilty as charged!” the

foreman of the jury blurted

out with a repugnant growl.

And that, my friends, is

about as far as my delirium

ventured before I was led

out of the courtroom in hand-

cuffs. I could actually feel

the chill of steel wrapped

tightly around my wrists

as I continued to proclaim

my innocence...well, for the

most part (hypothetically).

Chris Hanch 1-13-17