When We Must Make Ends Meet

When We Must Make Ends Meet

A Poem by Nicolas Jao

On the day of the trial

I was vehemently called

as a dutiful witness

to speak what I had saw.


I recalled a gruesome murder

blood and a knife and a street

and I saw the murderer’s face

as clear as a cube of glass.


“Ah, Mr. Fibber,” said the judge,

“Please tell us what you saw.”

The air felt tense and

the patient crowd in front of me

was all that brought this moment.

I looked at the victim’s family’s crying faces,

then at the defendant in cuffs,

then at the prosecutor nodding to me,

then at the defense attorney hiding a smirk.


“Well,” said the judge,

“Please do go on, Mr. Fibber.”


“I didn’t see anything,” I said, as

I felt the money 

the defense attorney gave

me last night

deep within my pocket.


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© 2022 Nicolas Jao


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Nicolas Jao
Nicolas Jao

Aurora, Ontario, Canada



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Been writing fiction since I was six. Short stories and miscellaneous at the front, poems in the middle, novels at the end. Everything is unedited and may contain mistakes, and some things may be unfi.. more..

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