To Pilate
The sky grows dark and silent.
I’m weak but I won’t show it.
At last, my case is closed,
But tell me, Pontius Pilate,
How many arms have crossed
The letter “T” in “poet”?
The sky grows dark and silent.
I’m weak but I won’t show it.
At last, my case is closed,
But tell me, Pontius Pilate,
How many arms have crossed
The letter “T” in “poet”?