When at last facing the truth,

Unmasking the paltry self-deluding reasons,

Shamed to  see only compassion in his eyes–

No “Et tu, Brute”

No “Sharper than a serpent’s tooth–”

Instead each wound a little mouth saying,

“I love you”–

On that day starkly to realize

The treasons–                                     

How to cope?

Peter’s tears or Judas’ rope?