There are more people
     in this courtroom
     then we see
     in church pews.

Breathing bureaucracy
     as theology.

(Theocracy-fueled theodicy)

                         Your judge is tired.

                         You are her work.

Day after day after day after day,
     adjudicating,
     nipping contempt where it buds.

Bench warrants handed out
     like sweet cherry pie.

                         You are the last in line.

                         You approach her holy honor.

No communion offered.
     Only judgement.
     Only evidence.
     Only fines assessed.

Your court date gets
e    x    t    e    n    d    e    d.

                         Police swarm the courtroom.

                         They smell sparks of discontent.