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Dec 2011
Into an uncertain twilight
I fled from the upper room.
That bit with the bread and the chalice-
He all but accused me-
How did he know?
This thing must be done
and soon.

Caiaphas has provided
the silver to seal His fate.
I know where Rabbi
prays in the gardens.
This has nothing to do
with hate.

I have the strong rope
that will bind him.
The Priest’s men with the torches appear
With a kiss I will signal our quarry.
It begins. There is no stopping here.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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