Sunday, September 23, 2012

JUDAS


JUDAS


It's the sound of
silver hitting skin,
slap, slap, slap,
fifty coins-- 
atomic number 47,
boiling point 221 degrees--
as previously agreed--
the price of betrayal
too dear to deny,
too high to accept
and the soldier who
only wanted war--
wanted a leader
for a conquest--
left a leader of all leaders
to die between
two common criminals.
silver, shiny silver,
cold silver,
expensive metal
paying for the ultimate
exit from sin
and sorrow and
pain.
was this where
triskaidekaphobia took root?
thirteen friends--
twelve disciples and
one teacher
gathered around
a table, breaking
bread, drinking
wine in the final 
hours of 
shared laughter.
malleable men
will take on
final form
before three days
have opened and closed
around them, pledges made,
betrayals foretold come to pass.

Copyright (c) 2012 by the author

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