his client was alone on this hard planet shattered as a vase gathers speed towards the earth from whence it drew its resurrection
as fragile as Dresden porcelain shaken from the skies by allied bombers shard men in pieces
they were angels of death melting a young woman and her sleeping child on fiery bitumen roads leading to molten hell her eyes fried in hope
a firestorm of orange
then charred black alive
the orbits of the devil were as bright as night
one missing depicted in violent colour
this happened verbatim my father told me
there must be another way he said
another way
the advocate himself reasoned
there must be another way
there was none
the advocate studied the Judge
the Judge gave the jury no instruction and sat as silent as a monocular stone even as the advocate fought and fought until the last molecule of oxygen was expelled from his lungs in Courts of men
the orbits of the devil were as bright as night
one a dextral circle
another a sinistral phantom with no trace nor even smoke
every precept aflame before the Judge
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