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At The "Ready Room" In Fortress Antonia
Me and Spur, we crucify
these local Jews, They scream and cry.
But that don't make a never-mind.
The work is nice: sometimes we run behind.
After we nail them to the standard crosses.
We gamble, and old Spur---he tosses
dice like a crazy man,
always wins more than I can.
And then he laughs, raking it in---
winning that much should be a sin;
or so we say, counting our losses.
Me and Spur don't work the sabbath day.
Local religion, here, has its stern way,
more than my grand-dad's rites in Rome:
ten years, at least, since I been home.
Today, last workday of the week,
we crucify a man from Galilee,
with two low-lifes. I heard him speak
once; lovely speech, could make you weak.
Wonder what he will have to say
when we hoist him up in our way.
I'm betting he will squirm and shriek.
Me and Spur, we have murdered scores
of men, both in and out of doors.
When our work, today, is done,
we will have a lot of fun.
Spur has met a couple of wild whores---
says nothing there is that they have not done.
Starward
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