Tuesday, February 2, 2016

for Justice V.C.R.A.C. Crabbe


we went out in search of meaning
subjects and predicates guiding us
dangling modifiers sounding our alarm
because we felt that ambiguity
would aid the man with "bad faith"


we wrestled to bring clarity
believing that, though brevity be the soul of wit,
it wasn't the soul of legislative drafting
believing, too, that precision called us
to test our sentences

we shunned all legal mumbo-jumbo
for we believed that English should be plain
herein, heretofore, preceding, aforementioned,
notwithstanding, whatsoever, wheresoever, whosoever,
whomsoever- these we shoveled out of the Statute
because we thought that law should be understood

we remember many times arguing about a comma
for we know that a misplaced comma freed a criminal
or worse, sent an innocent man to jail

our labour is in words
legal subject, legal action,
conditions, cases
we midwife the "legislative intention"

here, we lay our lives bare,
we don't say it
but there are times we have stood still on the road
willing concrete words

our Bills have been denounced by
every Lycurgus and Solon, as warned by Lord Thring,
for being "crude", "undigested measure"
"a monument of ignorance and stupidity"
but this spurs us on
for we believe in the Rule of Law.



28.1.2016

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

The Praise of Legal Terms



whereupon I squirmed at the precipice of time
thus i sat at the edge of time
mulling over thoughts oft unpondered
thinking afresh
aggrandizing the treasure trove of language
like a cabal of thieves hungry to visit sin into the cosmos
learning new language with purpose
because the tool of trade of law and/or defence
has been the lexicon we pompously ride roughshod
because language has been lawyer’s greatest pride

here, then, if it pleases this court, is my honourable submission
galloping in endless razzmatazz
saying in twenty pages
what can be said in a paragraph.

this string of lucid prose  
this poem
true to character, is wasted ink on paper
confounding thought, strangling plain reading
swimming in a flood of meaningless and high-sounding words
calculated, no doubt, to leave the client's mouth agape
with archaic language that clings to the roof one's mouth
long after a long day in court
the above-captioned poem
the poem above
enclosed herewith
delete, delete.

doesn’t it bother you
hauling words chained to a broken statue of pretence?
does it?

C) Salem Lorot 2015