The first pink light, tinged crimson, of the dawn
reminded us that we must, this day, die
before the sun's last reddened light is gone:
that is assured to those they crucify
in this land. Early on, we heard commotion
of crowds. Barabbas even took the notion
that some miraculous sign would deliver
us soon. But I said, "Rome is no forgiver
"of crimes like ours. And Pilate's final sentence
"will never be commuted by repentence."
My other friend said he deserved a savior---
he felt that justice owed him such a favor.
Myself, I had accepted Fate's decree:
my cross, this malefactor's destiny.
Starward
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