as you pass by and
recede in the distance,
we gather up all that
we offered in the joy
of the celebration, and
we take them to the
money changers, trading
peace for anger,
glory for betrayal,
shouts for jeers,
cloaks for nails, so
we can offer them
at the right moments
in the coming days.
(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman
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