What happened last month? Some strange chill has curbed
your customary homecoming delight.
Even your slumber last night was disturbed:
and more than once you sat straight up and cried
aloud. Your fidgets kept me up all night---
not quite the usual experience.
Listen: you were not ordered to decide
the details of the guilt or innocence:
others had to deliver evidence;
and others had to draw a firm conclusion.
Your duty was, merely, the execution
of sentence. You have never shrunk from death:
and many are the men you crucified,
So how has this Jesus of Nazareth
provoked such fierce conniptions in your head?
The man is---if I may remind you---dead.
Starward