Washing My Hands

He claimed no responsibility, no ownership
of the injustice, the unholy death
of the innocent man
Absolving himself,
washing the stain from his hands
cleaning the tattoo, as if he could,
with mere water
washing away the killing
of righteousness, expedient
to maintain order
sacrificing unblemished flesh
to the jackals in the courtyard
a curse brought upon himself
in trying to wash away the guilt

March 21, 2008
Matthew 27:1-61 (Good Friday)
Matthew 27:24 (washing my hands)

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