Gavel

You hold the wood in your hand 
And 
Wear the robes wrapped around your fragile human frame

You judge the living 
And
The dead although your own breath is shallow

You read between these lines
And
Decide a life's works worth

The verdict
To convict or aquit
Hangs in the balance of the downward hammer swing

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