PILATE’S COURTYARD
The night closed in ominous dark f
illed with clamorous noise
frenetic bustle
in this crowded courtyard.
They gather huddled round the fire
Pulling the heat into their cloaks
Eyeing with squinting suspicion
Each newcomer.
“You were with him” “
No, I’m just a passing stranger
needing warmth”
“You speak like him-“
“No, not my voice and tone”
“I saw you with him” “
No, you must be mistaken”
he shouted rushing out the gate.
And then he wept.
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