thus i sat at the edge of time
thinking afresh
learning new language with purpose
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 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 poem above
delete, delete.
doesn’t it bother you
hauling words chained to a broken statue of
pretence?
does it?
C) Salem Lorot 2015