Enough

The fool rushed
Before the first shot was fired
I salute that first wave of
Reckless courage
Cicero did not cry in vain
Overwhelmed, but steadfast still
You cannot kill
Those who fear not death

Shall it dismay a wisdom gained
From this fruitless yet
Beautiful love
If one chose to die again and again?
I have searched your face
For truthfulness
But I was wantonly
Shooed with
The wave of your knife -
A confused threat
Your face begs forgiveness
But your hands, stabbing still

You cannot kill
That which chose to live
A steady flame burns in
Akeldama – you shall never
Step in this cursed plain
For as long as you feel
No compassion
For the traitor

I am Judas and Jesus
I am traitor and betrayed
Bound by a kiss of death
Charged with an apology
I forgive you
But you have yet to understand
That I have done you no wrong
Even when I shook
Your dear life

Do you mourn for Cicero?
Carted away after battle
With the white plum in his chest
You can take that which lives
And leave the corpse
At an unmarked grave