The Hung Jury

When he entered the world They started him off with Non-negotaible funding For a sacrilegious plea. After all, He'd been through a lot. Enough to know what Was good for him. When he waited for His turn to reply Instead of listening To their speech He noticed a fellow Jury member Nugging at his knee. What oracle In all her honesty Could foresee What they would Channel unto his Sun soaked brow? His wife's plush face Contorted in An anthrax laced expression That deadened the nerves in his smile. She knew. History became a myth to her. Now all he was Was a drifter Only seemingly beautiful to Awkward girls just above Smiling but Always below turning to dust. He reached inside their Far fetched frowns and Drew back the staggered snarling Teeth Of the beast that Bid him goodnight.