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.

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