In Court

He's come for me.
The Man.
Fat, white, finger pointing in uncaring lust
"You're delusional! Paranoid!"
The contempt of the mad, poor &
destitute curling lip "You're sick!"

Around me the nest,
composed of bent twigs & crumpled leaves,
barest remnents of a fairie feast,
illusion stripped and empty
awaiting the hammer.