Monday prisoners

Honey green wraps the stone building.
We have a large, teasing view
as 20 watchdogs sit,  listen, read.

One Judge has gone back upstairs,
" Your presence today, is dissolving
almost a year of  wait and see. Thank you-"

Her banner drapes about us as
Faint voices, wave along with distant footsteps;
doors, open and close.

In snaky curves we wind
upward to an airy pyramid.
Smiles and introductions sweep the paneled room.

14 are questioned,
7 go to seats on the other side.

With gratitude:
" You are excused."
our remains are released.