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Branch Isole, a poet and author, writes about issues and emotions surrounding personal responsibility choice and avoidance. Known in Hawaii as the ‘voyeuristic poet’ his style and presentation is more a whisper than a shout, directed at the mind as well as the senses. www.manaopublishing.com

Carl's Bad Kid by Branch Isole

 

He entered the courtroom

white as a ghost

Six months of confinement

county jailer his host

The charge was murder

in the first degree

Killed her son they said,

first step of a spree?

Hysteria reigned

that rainy morning

the son now dead

the mother in mourning

He denied the charges

saying he loved her still

She had stood by him

married now, not against her will

Their fate to be decided

by twelve of his peers

Lethal injection one option

or perhaps twenty-five years?

A readied prosecution

all ducks in a row

The list of witnesses

one by one in tow

Her friends and relatives

ulterior motives each

To see this boy,

this boy from the beach

Tried, lied

and hopefully fried

One week went by

then number two

Now the defense

but what would they do?

What kind of defense

no one quite knew

Only one witness

for the boy

it was true

It would be up to the accused

to describe the scene

the one that took place

before he heard his wife scream

Nothing left to do

except tell the truth

That was to be

his only proof

“I thought it was a dream

the ball beneath my back

until I realized

it was poor little Jack”

“Not really moving

but still ok

I left him to sleep

‘til the break of day”

The forensics in

all opinions stated

Jury deliberations

the next day were slated

Back and forth

the arguments went

Guilty, not guilty

After eight hours

all jurors were spent

Fresh for a second day of talks

Outside in the hall

both attorneys did walk

Twelve votes seesawed

back and forth

Six yeas, six nays,

now eight and four

Adjournment once again

the weekend at hand

Monday they’d reconvene

to review the lay of the land

On the third day they voted

but to no avail,

tempers flared

discussions failed

Asking for transcripts

what had been missed?

Once again

they reviewed their list

Recounting stories told

by both sides involved

Surely the answer there

to this mystery be solved

The county’s star witness

had left a clue

Overlooked by all

who should have knew

To gain peace and quiet

throughout the house

To escape the pressures

a hand over a mouth

Strain of the moment

of fury befitted

It became obvious . . .

the mother did it

 

Branch Isole  © 2007