Fog! !
scantily clad, its naked truth
for all to see, wearing nothing but
deception on its sleeveless cuff.
Slithering and stirring about,
brandishing its forked tongue, the
fog at Gethsemane
foreshadowed the shapeless truth...
of the matter
Silence! !
whispered its nightly apparition
Death! !
flaunted her sightly rendition
for one to see.
Deafening and defiant, the
silence at Gethsemane
pronounced its final verdict
on Jesus of Nazareth
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