rained down on jurists
who watched the man wait
for some sort of decision
penalty or reward
it's not known
glances to the left
shy smiles from the maidens
pretense bears down from the bench
accorded entry by the mighty altar's own guilt
but leaves the spectacle
half empty and melancholy
a penitent man stands little chance
of love again
lest his motives are again true
and this is the test
of the court of the broken heart
this is the mirror that breaks
part for part
every time we stand
at judgement again
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