Her face was an indifferent mask As I questioned her about The child she was surrendering. She confirmed the neglect As if she forgot to feed a dog.
We went on together playing The unfeeling ***** and the annoyed Young lawyer feeling the power Of who he thought he was.
The questions narrowed and She fidgeted, then squirmed, then A few tears leaked and the boy Playing lawyer woke up When he saw what I was doing And how I was doing it.
He fought me with thoughts of Our mother, and pity, and mercy; But the lawyer had to continue Even if his voice lost the condescension. He went on as the girl playing ***** Began to sob then fell apart When she said, “Yes,”
The boy became a man Who has never forgiven the lawyer.