Verdict is In

The bewildered client solemnly sits behind the defining table,
the clamor around him;
voices raised in outrage,
catcalls of justice gone astray,
echoes of the foreman's answer to the question;
melds together into a bubble of sound
that flexes but doesn't burst,
like his hopes have.

Outside,
handshakes and quiet congratulations
are exchanged for silent photo ops
standing before ironic Justice,
as the stunning lawyer modestly caresses the flirtatious child,
presenting her to the wolves in press clothing;
cameras zooming in,
bulbs going off,
and she smiles at the attention,
from him.