Justice is a River

If we dare, it can bear being dammed up 
    for a time, but it must roll on,
or the Highlands will drown in their hoarded double portion
    withheld from the coastal plain.
 
Justice is relentless and heavy, yes fitful in youth
    but in age diligent to the grave.
It seeks the sea, and runs over the land. The sea
    beckons it, like blood from the ground:
"Come, justice, roll on! to the gavel and gallows,
    to the rock at the shore where the lighthouse stands.
Come wash the feet of the ones in the shallows
    or crash against the swashing tide
    and rescue those deep in the chaotic sea."

cf Amos 5:24

Still Life: Piano

These silent white keys
were once made of elephants' teeth.
And the chopsticks ones of ebony.
Which is a type of wood,
which we didn't know,
until Peter took lessons.
 
The piano we now have is all plastic and chipboard
beneath a smart black veneer,
black as the whole room was
before the electricity returned just now,
letting me make music once more.