dubious…

two
naturalized citizens
that had fled
the carnage
in syria
one
retired judge
sporting
an alligator briefcase
three
soccer moms
wearing
the latest
neighborhood fashion
two
senior citizens
wearing
behind-the-ear hearing aids
three
elementary school teachers
with
bloodshot eyes
most likely
from
reading composition papers
one
middle-aged man
with
an indistinguishable accent
and
you
one
minority cherub
with a broken wing
from los angeles
fallen
from grace
facing
a terrestrial hierarchy
a jury
of
your
peers

jury of peers…

since
they were
required
to follow
the recipe
exactly
the deserted
island survivors
died of starvation
since they
only had
coconut milk

the music box…

the music box
has a secret
it will whisper
it to you
in its tune
somewhere in this room
was the beginning of a grave
a small shallow home
in the earth
a place of rest
for a small child
the music box
spends its days alone
no one to play with
no one to abuse it
a jury of her peers
said she alone
was guilty
but the betrayals
of a teenage mother
no money
no lover
no family
no time
no sleep
she
a  l  o  n  e

This poem represents my third response to  the third challenge series between Jade and I.  This challenge is somewhat different in that the prompt is now an audio prompt.  Each poet provides the other with five instrumental songs (so that the song’s words do not interefere with the poet’s) from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here.