Law

By Anubis and trickster Hermes blind Justice is no longer served.
Only Mercury remains, the institution, the building echoing hollowly.
Only Perry Mason and gentleman and ladies like Matlock,
who do the research and follow up on leads,
deserve to wear suits in a court of American Law.
Let the true blue detectives, male and female both, 
begin to flow back into the Hallowed Halls of Mercy and Compassion
that should tip the scales in honor of MA’AT

MA’AT

Balance
Feather of Fate
Ka in the soul of Egypt
She is the gift of Compassion an a desert dry
longing for the floods of the NIle
Banks held in check by foolish mortals
not understanding that with the flood comes new silt and new life to the soil.
Lightly falling
tipping the scales
before Horu’s eye
and Anubis’s 
stony black jackal
impassive strong jaw
smiling slightly sardonically.
As the pyramid crumbles, 
laws decay,
but Justice is forever
for the righteous and the merciful.
But the coin in which it is paid, 
is no longer in the court of law
but in the judgment of the soul
and eternal Karma
Paid not in stagnation or fear or guilt
not by the wages of sin
but why bright deeds done rightly
and the harsh punishments meted out only
to those by the jackal and the fair judge Hades.
The feather MA’AT counsels compassion, 
as does Persephone.
Perhaps one day humans will listen
as the gods speak kindly
though an oracle like me.
Until then i will be Cassandra, foretelling truly, 
always ignored,  until the warning comes too late
such is my fate.