at the trial

where ever we go
to
finally die,
inbetween
that valley of
the living
and the grave dwellers,

where it's just you,
leading an army of
your own actions
to
the jury.

hopefully
you'll be there
on the stand,
awake,
ready to respond.

and on the stand,
there will be your witnesses.
there always are.
hopefully
you will have enough
to place in the scale

and there will be victims,
there always are.
it's their blood on your fingers.

and god help you
if the victims outweigh
the witnesses.