apple fragment

justice is not a woman she said

biting her apple savagely and spitting pips

in a shower of saliva and apple fragments

onto the beach below.

No   if she were    that two-edged sword

of truth would be stuck

through her heart

and the blindfold across her eyes

would drip tears.

Come on   she threw the core with a plash

into the dull slow sea and started off

without a backward glance.

Stanley, NW Tasmania, 1985