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?