She’s forced to manage her own face while taking copious notes. She can hardly stand to look at the plaintiff whose pious demeanor gives her the creeps and the defendant looks so wrung out she wants to ignore his sins and send him on a cruise. While the lawyers blather on and witnesses offer their brittle testimony, she prays for beyond a reasonable doubt and examines the tired old question of what is truth? Keats says Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all/ye need to know on earth, and all ye need to know. And thank you very much, famous poet who died when he was only 26. She shudders and tries to imagine the whole spectacle as a musical—a thing of beauty--we the jury members hidden in the orchestra pit wielding our instruments, the judge with his silver baton, our conductor, the lawyers tap-dancing with top hats and canes, the witnesses, a chorus, singing a lively tune called The Oath in close harmony, defendant and plaintiff in the wings, ready to burst onto the stage with fingers crossed for their rendition of The Truth—a duet so heartbreaking and beautiful, it would be all ye need to know on earth.
I like the format of this poem. I think the paragraph writing of this poem creates a better picture of the stage than it would in traditional poetry form. You hear more of the story than just focusing on the singular words. – Daisy Hall, age 14