He sits there, silent, staring
Judging me
He calls out to his friends,
His family
And they join him there
Staring at me
Judging
First the one, then ten
Now a hundred
Black like robes
Blacker eyes
Watching
Judging
Waiting to call out the verdict
The others, they stay away
They dare not cross
These beady eyed judges
But I hear their silence
And I know I am alone

Storm clouds gather
Darken the skies
And The Judge
The judges
Begin their cry
First The One
Then all together
Cawing out their displeasure
At my existence
The wind whips
Subtle movements
A stirring begins
The judges flapping
Angry, harsh
Lightening flashes close
Judges take flight
A cacaphony of guilty
Is carried on the wind

Alone again
The rain starts
The crows are gone
The circuit court in flight
And I sit
Waiting in the cold
Rain soaked
Waiting for my due