In most legal proceedings, one party has a burden of proof, which requires it to present ‘prima facie’ evidence for all of the essential facts in its case. If it cannot, its claim may be dismissed without any need for a response by other parties’. [1] Some near-verse lines based on seeing the play Prima Facie a repetition of a live-stream at the Odeon in Durham on 20th September 2024. I was half the audience. Oh Durham!

Prima Facie (play) – https://didtheylikeit.com/shows/prima-facie/, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=74882244
This is just a pre-draft of lines done fairly rapidly in preparation for a possible poem. After I found them, for a reason I can’t put my finger on, triggering, I am leaving them as they are – just to mark Jody Comer’s brilliance in this play.
In most legal proceedings, one party has a burden of proof, which requires it to present prima facie evidence for all of the essential facts in its case. If it cannot, its claim may be dismissed without any need for a response by other parties.[4] A prima facie case might not stand or fall on its own; if an opposing party introduces other evidence or asserts an affirmative defense, it can be reconciled only with a full trial. Sometimes the introduction of prima facie evidence is informally called making a case or building a case. For example, in a trial under criminal law, the prosecution has the burden of presenting prima facie evidence of each element of the crime charged against the defendant. [2]
One woman on a stage! But what’s a stage? All the world’s A stage and men and women Merely players: But playing what and how And with what power until the game’s Own premise is contested – Then hell inside develops out into the spoils of seven-hundred and eighty-two days Just waiting to be believed.

One woman on a stage: It takes someone who, in herself, And in the selves she sees in others, knows There is no truth but as it is a story Believed. The best version of a story Among alternatives. How various truth seems, except when … This is me! Me! No regulated role, just One woman on a stage.

Lights! Action! A stage set round with shelves files on those shelves: The files that contain lives - Or glasses as props to drink out of in certain scenes Or candles, providing insufficient light In some naughty worlds, and doused so easily By rain. How can rain fall on a stage. And why on her? One woman on a stage: Her red top makes red bruises unread.

One woman on a stage Dressed to kill Or to be raped, they’ll say, at her own will.

One woman on a stage.
It’s only a stage mind – a passing pomp of play -
A stage in which the arrangement of one chair and two tables,
Or properties brought in from silly places
Like those glasses or those candles.
When required like foiled witnesses all ‘on us' try
To tell a story all or most believe.

One woman on a stage One woman only on a jury. The court’s all men besides. But can the fallible be believed? One woman at that stage Looks fallible and fictive? Me? One woman on a stage.

In court she held the stage, One woman on a stage: Miss Ensler now not Tess or Mum’s Scouse Tessa, She’s perfect at it: ‘She’s good’ folks say; That woman on the stage.

That woman at the stage where
Controlling the tension of witnesses, letting
Them feel their narrative control
Will the easier undermine it, reducing
Witness vigilance so that some fallible fact
Or mode of telling stories
Stands out. You see the teller of tales make that
Too-easy assumption:
That everyone sometimes assumes that
They are telling us, telling themselves,
The thing they hold and told as truth.

In Tessa’s past, one woman on a stage:
– the head of Law at Cambridge, said:
‘You’re the crème de la crème’ - as if Miss Brodie
Never said it first and in her prime.
“Look around you- look left, look right.
One in three of you will fail.
It might be you? You think, unclear whether
You, or Julian with the plummy voice,
Or Mia on the right. For Tess, these are the one against
Her, though only sat there by some contingency.

One woman on a stage
Its Mia who fails
But the fact doesn’t ail
Her as she becomes:
One woman on a stage:
Doing Becket’s Happy Days in Oz!
(Australia she meant)

One time that woman on the edge Of a stage of vanity contingent On praise, since she reduced witnesses to rape To pulp ….. Enacted her control by offering to take Julian’s plum plumb inside her on an office couch.

One woman on a couch not stage.
Another day the drinking over-done dictates
That one woman’s at that stage
Where she enacts vomiting over a chair
That she, prime actor as she is, makes seem a toilet bowl
Whose stench overcomes even us.

One woman on a stage Embedded there : Carried to that bed By him, Julian Brookes, whom as yet No Queen is against. Takes both her hands in his hand Over her head; the other Closes her mouth. How to make A witness fallible, robbed Of voice that once was that of One woman on a legal stage.

One woman at a stage In her career where legal truth no longer Does the work of any truth. On this stage where one woman says: ‘This Is Me!’

This is Me! One woman on a stage. A witness now, not a major player, But raised still on a stage of sorts. One whose being hangs upon belief Of trial by jury. A barrister for the defence she was whose role that once was As one woman on a stage Tested the law, ensured no flaw In someone’s witness does not gets stated:

Cast doubt like chaff that’s sown and bears no fruit Of belief juries hear in their story, That’s truth! After all! The best story you can tell. Which means it undermines the tales, Others tell.

One woman on a legal stage: By the time her test of witness tales terminates Intent fulfilled, with witnesses, whose words Will seem mere confabulation posed by The vanity Of human wishes to feel In control of the truth you tell, As one person on a stage.

Then there’s one woman on a stage In rain where no rain should be Who learns she wants To assume she was telling herself The truth and nothing but. The truth as it seemed On first impression, prima facie, The first face of her That woman on a stage.

With love
Steven xxxxxxxxx
[1] Prima facie – Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prima_facie
[2] Prima facie – Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prima_facie
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