It is a trial that goes beyond
the need for justice to be seen;
agony abides, it is decreed to strip
away refined veneers – no kindly
terms for better years; authored
pain declaims for heinous
crimes perceived summarily
and sorely judged this day.
You must still pay although the
cost has mounted on the way –
this loneliness is death atoned.
Had she known her truth could
change you’d seek reprieve – to
die alone appeasing agonies.
© 5 February 2009, I. D. Carswell