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Photo by John Williams (2009)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





The Reckoning

When the cock crows
will you betray me without a kiss.
Slip into the skin
hung on the bedroom door.
Glide softly through the old town
as I sleep.
Melt into its stones.

and in the morning
when Iím brought before the Pharisees
will you watch my execution
safe inside those cold blind walls