psalm two
i stood,
thinking how uncomfortable i was
standing there body twisted
on account of the people.
and then i remembered
another's discomfort as he was
hanging there body twisted,
fastened by metal
to planks of wood
on account of the people,
i remembered him gasping for air
until he breathed his last.
and i know then what i have done.

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