The title of this poem is literal. The children are the judges and the jury for the crimes that the adult world has committed and continues to commit against each other, nature and the the planet. The trial concludes quickly. This is really a poem about rebirth.

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1

The judge is 14.
The jury is kids.

The thunder is muttering approval at the window.
The wind sneaks under the door to witness.

The trial is over.
The courthouse is gone.

That dream is over.
A new dream is starting.

2

A tree is blossoming.
A baby is learning to walk.

A goat is being milked.
A young family is sharing soup.

It's an old family recipe.
An old stone soup.

A dog is chasing a cat up a tree.
The dog is climbing the tree.

The cat is sprouting wings, chasing birds.

3

Look at all the young people marching with signs.
Their eyes are fierce.

They are angry.
Better make room.

Dreams are incubating.
Someone is stepping out of a hole.

She is happy.
She is singing.

The words are familiar.
"Baby, I love you.

When you kiss me I just gotta
Kiss me I just gotta

Kiss me I just gotta say. . ."
Everyone thinks it's funny.

It gets funnier and funnier.
She came out of a hole singing!

Everyone is laughing now.
It's like when we were little.

We couldn't stop and we thought we would die.
Now there is another person stepping out of the hole.

And now there are lots of people, all ages, all sizes.
The hole has widened.

A whole world is emerging.
I guess it was down there the whole time.

I guess they were rising, from world to world.
I think they will do very well here.

They look like they will do very well.
Everyone is blinking in the light.

Everyone is looking at everyone else.
It's like "who are you?"

Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.