(20 minute poetry)

There was Judas who knew it and went forward to do it,
betrayal is a quick zip in the fastenings of night.

Sight unseen, but we took it in good faith and the legend lives on.

John took to his toes and ended up in Panama, as far as I know he is doing quite well.

Pete looks like hell,
Thomas has his doubts and thinks he's malingering.

Mary,
******* the rosary in the garden at Gethsemane and wondering if her man will come home.

Paul's at the wall with Michael and wailing, screams tailing off with the arrival of dawn.
It all makes me wonder if life is so tragic
why are we even born?