For Lisbeth...
she surrenders finally
to the hands of marriage
forgetting finally her
disappointing struggles with
books and
peers and scales and
a litany of human cases
and supreme court decisions on the matter
'what is justice all about? ' her first question
who dares an answer that satiates her thirst for it?
no one.
the legal room finally ejects her
she is a plate of vomit
and she ultimately confesses
she misses
those nooks where people are
too serious
to be really true to themselves
for they must appear
like dead pillars
unswayed
to discomfort and
unconvinced about the power
of emotions
those flitting feelings are not
welcome here
sorry
so sorry to tell her that
she who cries
and grieves
and says this is a cruel world
where the fittest
too shall suffer
this is where people become stuffed animals
honored somehow for their
sacrifices
their frozen sweat and tears
eyes have no time for blinking
people's minds are sculpted
to objectivity
like stone or marble slabs
into pieces
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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