Justice

know this
where go
stuffed men
there’s no
justice

without meaning there can be no right

and in the abyss
blown kisses bestowed
original sin
from eons below
a woeful just hiss

this is the dawnless and hopeless night

blind but not dark
where mercy and grace
intersect in an arch
sacrifice’s place

justice bends but not breaks to love’s might

(Poetry Scales 92)