VIII   JUSTICE

Blind I may be,
but certainly not fair.

I
I weigh & hold the world in balance –
all depends on me.

From my throne I sit
watch over a buzzing world.
I oversee calves at frolic,
courts of law doing right & wrong,
vacationers consuming ice cream cones,
salesmen of magic carpets,
& wall street’s magic shuffles.
Whether they want it or not,
I judge them all.

I remind the idle of their duty,
I send the wayward home,
I remind them of their promises & manners,
their debts & unwashed dishes.

My scales weigh them off against each other,
I break through the floodgates
& devour the world,

I scream like a nagging nightmare,
from within – yet from without – I come
as the great tide crying, “Shame!”

I am the Mighty Voice –
all bend & tremble at my whisper –

II
but from a distant corner
a deepening rumble comes:
“Will someone someday dare
to send this dragon to her lair?”

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