A Cluttered Stage

He was brought to the courthouse,

in dull, dirty jail vans,

with leg-chains,

and cuffs on his hands,

back to lock-up,

because the courtroom

was like a cluttered stage,

so many criminals yearning to be free,

locked up over the legal age,

he was like an animal,

pacing in a cage,

with his heart filled

with cold, calculated rage,

his face without features,

could violate minds,

his last victim was a lawyer,

from a big law firm,

she held fear,

she didn’t squirm,

and that was clear,

she was bound, strangled,

her nude body on top of a bed,

gashes on the backside of her head,

when it came to murder,

he didn’t blink,

lying next to her was a hand towel,

still pink,

from the blood,

so many trips to the courthouse,

makes the unit hold their breath,

waiting for the decision of life or death,

and for death they prayed,

they wanted simply to get rid of that stench,

and whatever decision was conveyed

by the woods of the judge’s bench,

they’d have to live with that,

it’s like playing a game,

of mouse and cat.