March 2, 1997 (I was 52)
Other Prayers
Swing low sweet chariot
for Judas Iscariot
swinging near the potter’s field
The kiss bestowed in the garden
was accepted with implicit pardon
from a master whose lips and fate were sealed
Is it I is it I at fault
they asked and passed the salt
while he knelt and washed their feet
It was those thirty silver pieces
that built the church of Jesus
and both men bought the death of deceit
Then upon a crumbling rock
stood and crowed the cock
for the other shepherd who feared the rood
Thus the hanging tree and cross of wood
have for twenty centuries stood
to define evil as well as good
So swing low for Judas Iscariot
let him ride the golden chariot
while we take retribution and bury it.
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