Poem: The Rhadamantine Judge

Rhadamanthine I hear you whisper Handing out time like cakes well slivered From whose perspective is time too heavy Crime so grave the hangman's not so crazy Victim's corner still shudders at the temerity The guilty in the dock feels it's an eternity The gallery fist pumps up above in unity Justice slow cooked seen… Continue reading Poem: The Rhadamantine Judge