Pilate
What do you see
standing there looking on?
How do you make
that final choice?
As you juggle in your hand, your heart
The forces pressing in on you
justice
expediency
power
authority
honour
popularity
How hard do you fight?
How far do you push?
How much must you let go
just to hold on?
Yet what would you grasp
if you just let go?
And when you wash your hands
before you dine
when you bathe
again
time after time
for so many things
Does it really make you clean?