A Judgment

The feeling a heaviness in a hand
               to justify,
To do or damn,
          hung a face
          on a wall,
When I heard the call.

Go now singing of a heart, not a breast,
               remembering
Love, at best,
          saw an empty eye,
          condemner,
And mock lover.

A face hung looking out at nothing
               be judge’s eye,
As felt within.
          But brother's mothers,
          betrayers'
Lovers, and others?