“A spark disturbs its cold:
dripping anger upon anger
call it a God’s dare
flung at us ducking underneath.
Dazzled then, we leave
the long doubt annulled there whose
walls and ceilings grin at us.
It is no friendly grin either,
just the faintest flicker of smile.
And yet I hesitate:
something in this grimace
that wracks the season of justice’s face
dictates me to wait
at least for a while, to see
how much the judge can achieve
by swining a punch at
the leopards of darkness.
Behold, justice is on the saddle
and rides mankind.”