The Hammers of Justice
All night I hear the hammers of justice.
They sound no different from hammers
crashing into nails, only a little different
from thin ones tapping against diamond
walls of glass. White noise when you think
about it, like four games of basketball
with pounding and whistles and parents
screeching at refs, not at all like the karate
class next door with its rhythmic steps
and grunts, boards splintering, bodies thudding
to the mats or bugling jays desperate to mate,
chasing squirrels from feeders in the greening yard.
Steve Klepetar’s new poetry collection Speaking to the Field Mice has been published by Sweatshoppe Publications. The collection contains 78 poems, nearly half of which have been written during Steve’s sabbatical. http://sweatshoppepublications.com/steveklepetar.html