A death
and starving elsewhere.
I share and care when I'm told
and lend a dollar when in company.

Custody precedes judgement.
The march of the gavel
so primal it binds
even children's hearts.

Chivalry like sin.
A held door's a gunshot
which knocks our ears to hear
a petulant proverb:

"We deserve warm palms."

A missing limb.
A fed mouth.
What's imposed and what's demanded
are like the useless horizon
to me.