23 November 2012
Heart flutters, pace quickens
Lips pursed, breath thickens
Light on you, almost blinding
Brain scurries, picking, finding,
'Spill it, we know it. You killed the man.
'Admit it. You shot him. I know that you can.'
Thumbs twist, top lip quakes,
Eyes drop closed, fingers shake,
'I didn't. He framed it. He set it all up,
'Attached the gun to a wire to shut himself up.'
Hammer drops, session ends, the man in court crying,
40 years in a cell with no proper trying.
Hammer Drop • Opuss № I