Kangaroo Courtesans

by kholinar

“Thus,”
the macabre
swabs sobbed,
“it’s just.”

Taken as written,
this plea amounts
to pence.

Mastiffs looming
o’er assail as
spies survey
the rigging.

Great gavels grovel
and bailiffs have
no sense.

But she, an orderly,
winced through
the proceeding.