Pilate

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Pilate

   Hands washed.
   Scrubbed.
   Think they may be bleeding
   (no blood, not again!)
   They're clean now,
   Clean I tell you
   Of that dread decision
   (out damn' spot - ha!)
   Conscience clear
   Adam's sin removed
   Once more
   (but not the Apple)
   Had I tasted forbidden fruit
   From the tree of knowledge
   Would I lie here still?
   (tossing and turning)
   Who am I to judge?
   What right have I
   To judge Man from God
   (or God from Man)

   Don't answer that
   Please don't answer....

Poems with religious subject matter give me heartburn. This one seems erratic, jumbled and leaves one feeling confused. I did enjoy your thought processes though, and I can certainly relate. I think that this one needs to be expressed more concisely, otherwise it will just come across as the ramblings from an overly analytical mind. It gave me a headache.

Azure