He Began To Weep
The damage was done
he was hung on a cross,
a ragdoll now
his body crucified by last words.
Idle soldiers cast dice for his torn garments.
One stopped in mid-throw - a spearpoint of doubt
had cut his mind open and right there and then
he began to weep.
His companions jeered good naturedly at him.
Later when he returned to his wife
he confessed what he had taken part in.
She already knew; it was the talk of the town.
"It's your job" she said,
"you can't not do what you are ordered to do."
He replied: "I could have tortured him more."
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