« Terry Collett » Judge Not "Judge not," said Preacher Judd, His voice high like a woman squeezed, His face flushed like ripe tomatoes. "Because how you judge Is how you'll be judged. Hard with hard, cruel with cruel." And running his fingers around The black rim of his felt hat, He pushed through the crowd To the thin knickerless girl Who'd been caught in copulation Or some such operation Or so was rumoured, Amidst stone holding and jeering And human touch as this. And placing his hat on his dull head said: "What's needed is love And close looking at each to each," And strolled off with the girl and his hat Rising and falling like a ship at sea. Terry Collett is a 58 year old poet who has been writing since 1972. He has had two slim volumes of poems published in 1974 and 1978. Since that time has has had poems printed in anthologies, magazines and newspapers. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren.