a certain branch of justice

a certain branch of justice

moving violations

the trees with suspended license

tipsy with drink from the storm

sway, then fall

the eyes of the leaves turn red

as autumn winds

incriminate

the azure sky in uniform

arrests---

the clouds hold court

frigid faces of the jury

abhor the damage done

the chaos incurred 

the tall defendants 

sentenced to the chipper

while God gets off with only a warning.

erin-cilberto

1/13/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Absolutely brilliant J. I have such an affinity with trees, but you have excelled yourself with the metaphor here. Such a unique write and very funny too. I don't think I will ever be able to look at a tree battling a storm again without recalling this poem. A definite fav of mine. How I love this.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Chris.
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Now that's funny! "The tall defendants sentenced to the chipper while God gets off with only a warning." A hilarious take in the changing of the seasons. Nicely done, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, M.J.,
j.