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