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.