I asked you a question, King,
And you said nothing?
Instead with thieves in the darkness
You thrashed out your breath.

Caught fast in your throat like a
Fish-hook, stuck to the
Roof of your hollow mouth, come now,
Where were the deep words

That called the dead to life, the
“Come out”, “Be clean”, the
Blindness bludgeoned into sight, the
Storm that was daunted?

Why do I talk to you still?
Well, the house is mute
And Jerusalem is appeased.
My wife sleeps soundly.

I asked you a question, King,
And no one spoke, save
The stark-eyed crowd.  And have you no
Question to ask me?

Hours have passed by like scoffers;
No sense asking now.