The Law Passes

The Law Passes

The last of the trues is passed,

Past into the origin,

Into the text itself,

To the root—radix—of our Law.

Beholden to none but the rule,

Answering only fathers,

American and heavenly,

Radical and Conservative both.

Chosen by God, by Reagan,

Approved without dissent,

Flesh made one with right,

Flesh made whole: staid whole.

Unwavering, inflexible, scathing,

In prayers and pledges,

And oaths as yet spoken,

Eschewing the unspoken.

And yet passed by, eclipsed

By a living Constitution,

By activists: occupations:

Insinuators of a new world.

Justice’s scales tip again,

Unbridled now by anchors,

Life, love, rights, wrongs:

Irreparably tipped: Lost.