He took me aside that night
before he washed our feet.
“You know what you must do.
It was written in our book before we
I tried to look away, my sadness was so great.
But he would not let me.
“My brother, we are one. Know this:
You are forgiven.
We both drink of this cup.”
I leave this note, and these coins
that they thought were my reward.
My brother knows my heart.
The hatred of the ages
is as nothing.