Sunday, February 20, 2011

My own found poem

Atticus was sitting behind his table;
his chair was skewed to one side,his legs crossed
Atticus said, “I just wanted to make sure, Judge,”

Atticus was saying, “you say she was mighty banged up. In what way?”
Just describe her injuries, Heck
Wait a minute, Sheriff,” said Atticus.

Something had been made plain to Atticus
Walked to the court reporter’s desk
Asked Sheriff to repeat everything

Atticus seemed to be bordering on another question
Atticus turned at looked at Tom Robinson
Something they had not bargained for...

Sheriff irritated with questions by Atticus
Answering Yes or No
But Mr Tate fell into silence

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