Two poems
Ewen Glass
Questions From A Reporter Outside the Courthouse on the Nature of Justice
1. Sir, sir, do you think justice was served today?
2. Sir? Sir? Do you think- Sir?
3. Sir? Sir? Do-
4. Sir? Sir? Sir, excuse me-
5. Sir, do you think- sir?
6. Sir? Sir?
7. Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir?
8. Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir?
9. Sir? Sir? Sir!
10. Sir?
They Call Me Teabag
when I am witness; passenger at least.
In some cultures my mark connotes
diligence, wisdom or will, yet here I am,
the butt of jokes, though I hug the side
of his knee; 'you've got a bit of mud on
you, mate'. How glad I am to be
thick-skinned.
Ewen Glass is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; on a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Okay Donkey, HAD, Poetry Scotland, Bending Genres and elsewhere.