Old and New 3 : Courtroom

OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM On a throne sat a vulture feathers preened in paisley silk eyes red and drawn heart tightened by trauma skin thirstily drank almond oil Ghosts in black gowns stood around remembering privileges past the ruffles, insulated by a myriad rules crying ink spilling verbs on cold corridor benches White rhino horned a metre eyes flecked hazel fear buttocks rippled castrated power in Versace pants pressed by servants underpaid, yet dancing Blood numbered endless doors coffee machine broken, judge pasted a smile borrowed from law school decades ago onto a hand-painted t-shirt Another drama of new estates I wondered where the freedom fairies were ? ©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997