Wandering Jew
on the far side of the room
sitting in the shadows,
waiting for an opportunity;
like the ghost of judas
willing to trade favors,
but with nothing to give!
my only partner a wandering jew,
with nothing to take
denying him
i lift the watering can
despising him for his life, that I aid
fearing that his death would,
leave me alone,
on the far side of the room
wanting to trade, lives
wondering if he would water me?
like a slave under the whip
i return to my corner,
in the shadows,
watching myself in humiliation
unable to get up and leave,
free myself from his presence and
guilt for taking his life, moving him,
on the far side of the room
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