At court reading Kierkegaard
but it's more like Beckett's Waiting:
the beige & grey room
the endless list -
we'll be here all day
scheduling and deferring justice
shuffling and juggling random
pickups from the streets
hunched over or swaggering
on their way through.
The judge quotes Dickens thinking it's Hardy:
perfect name for an alleged criminal - HA HA!
Are you even in the right room?
But it's the double-dealing lawyer with the flaming red hair that makes you ask
just how many circles of hell are there?