Hushed anxiety murmurs in trembling chorus/ The stunned assemblage of potential jurors/ Fearful lest their lives be arrested for three months
The clattering of lawyer notebooks closed, turned over, opened once again to ruminate/ Studying the consultant’s quaint codes of bias or benevolence/ A phalanx of minds trained to parse the law but/ Pitifully vacant in knowing the other met in the vast wood-paneled arena
Nervous pens click as the pleasant judge hears pleas of hardship/ Stunned men and women told to resume their seats, pleas turned down/ Privilege of citizenship, solemn duty, and/ Fourteen lives finally bent around in grotesque poses of adjustment
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