A Tale of the Guilt

November 20, 2007

Oh, they master this ungraceful hit!
When with your hands down
You contemplate the passing promises.
Are you defeated really?

How loudly silence is protesting!
(Who else is there to protest?)
But the referee keeps counting
the unfair seconds:
…Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Nine.

It’s not our fault, it’s time’s!
Why it goes till nine?

And as he washed his hands Pilate
said:
“God knows
I washed my hands.”

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