Justice doesn't bleed, or gasp
It stopped fighting long ago
Arms first in chains, then swinging
Were raised to no avail
And now are crossed upon its chest
It weeps, though.
That's the one good sign
A living, broken thing might stand
For bodies at rest can defy the odds
Move again, and rise
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 2:35 PM UTC
Justice doesn't bleed, or gasp
It stopped fighting long ago
Arms first in chains, then swinging
Were raised to no avail
And now are crossed upon its chest
It weeps, though.
That's the one good sign
A living, broken thing might stand
For bodies at rest can defy the odds
Move again, and rise
Originally posted in Nomad’s Choir Poetry Journal, Jan 2017
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