At The Fortress Antonia, 1

Pilate is due to walk in any day.
Supposedly his wife will come to stay

here in Antonia through Passover week.

That is when local agitators wreak

petty havocs they hope will drive away

Rome's occupation, those unchallenged powers

that raise up level fences and high towers.

We are prepared.  At dawn, we spent two hours

planting new uprights on the ridge, Skull Place
(you really see it grinning, if you face

it straight on).  Hopefully, our routine's pace

will perk up, somewhat, if the prefect tosses

those two thieves, now in prison, to their crosses.

They would hang, now, on nails, had I a say.

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