The amulet
Poem by Karima Brooke
‘I have no desire to make windows
into men’s souls.’
The judge echoed the queen, conscious
of irony and the risk of own goals.
In her domain, rhetoric flows.
‘We’ll pray for him; tell us his name.’
‘I have no desire to make windows
into men’s souls.’
The judge echoed the queen, conscious
of irony and the risk of own goals.
In her domain, rhetoric flows.
‘We’ll pray for him; tell us his name.’
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