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