If I am being honest,
and if you listen carefully,
you can hear it.
My voice mixed in
with the shouts of others.
First it joins from the edge
of the procession,
shouting "Hosanna!"
in a cacophony of hope.
And then, later,
you can hear it again.
But this time is comes from
a place within me that
I like to keep hidden.
(Where you find selfishness,
envy, and greed.)
Perhaps it is only whispered,
but still, it comes from my lips.
So ugly I can't even write it down.
Thank God this is not
the ending of the
story.
