For a while it was the best show in town
intrigue, betrayal, double-cross and murder.
Hollywood couldn’t have scripted such a tail –
would have been condemned as too contrived –
nine appearances, reviews, enquiries and appeals
tried and convicted
then re tried and convicted
if capital punishment was still statute
he would have hung, twice.
Doubt never doubted the new evidence –
released – immediately
and a commission of enquiry ordered.
The chairman was hanging judge from days distant
to separate truth and lies, error and malfeasance.
The order had been reversed, the chief investigator grilled,
interrogation and prevarication
tempers strained then snarling
the judge said
“ Mr Hutton are you thick?
Thick, your honour ?
– stupid, slow, challenged, unintelligent
ah, ah, ah
because either you’re thick, or you’re lying
I prefer to think that you were thick.”