Search for Justice

The walls are blank in the county jail
and as I sit here in my
black and white stripes
all I can do is
search for justice.
The bars are cold in the county jail
but I can still see through them
to the forest in the distance
and from my cell I
search for justice.
The chainsaws echo through the county jail
while the gravel trucks rumble to
finish the logging road
and pave over my
search for justice.
The walls are blank in the county jail
and as my pencil scans through a
word search booklet
all I can do is
search for “justice.”

But I can’t find it.