PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You and your stubbon faith in second chances:

how can you think we have a shred of hope?

Look at the hard facts of our circumstances---

imprisoned in Antonia, in a cell,
dark as the bottom of a springless well,

covered with mold that stinks a leprous smell.

We will be crucified---today, tomorrow,

or soon:  that is sure.  Do not try to borrow

the comfort of a fugitive relief.

Both of us were convicted:  each, a thief,

and, as you point out, under the same sentence,

spoken by some clown in the prefect's court . . . .

Your change of heart, if it comes in repentence,

will be a day late and a shekel short.

Starward

[jlc]