Sweet brother Judas, I'll take your throat between finger and thumb and empty your lungs as you emptied mine.
You hung your own brother, without pity, without shame. I'll drown you in salt water returning the favor as best as I can.
I was the youngest; you were my God. You were supposed to protect me, keep me safe, and guard me with love.
When my body hung above did you weep? Were you ashamed? Or did you scuttle away in the dark to hide and count over your sins? Did you drink the bitter wine of betrayal?