In the shadow of the Capitol
By the sunlight of the day
In the hushed and musty courtroom
The witness has her say.
The judge who’ll soon retire
The parties who’ve lost their fire
The jury in facts mired
The lawyers anxious and tired.
If eyes could answer what we seek
If silence spoke what one won’t speak
If what’s kept out is what seeps in
There’d be no need for trials then.
Entranced by legal ritual
In stiff and creaking chairs
What’s fair and what is just
Lies behind the jurors’ stares.
-Dave Sanderson, 5/16/05, during a trial in Denver District Court, copyrighted 2005