Barabbas
Where are my hands?
Where are they?
They're reaching for dark
chests.
And somebody is giggling.
Barabbas!
And my backbone is
squeezing.
I can't breath.
Take them.
The Three Wise Men passed
by
(without stopping)
after a long star.
On the hill
there was a town.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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