I Killed Judas

The evening trees were waving,

were waving in the breeze.

I can't forget the candles,

ascetics by the sea.

A name is coming to mind

a child denied to smile,

he was aware he'd have taken

the law into his hands.

And in the darkest hours

a butcher in the death row

asleep, he keeps on saying

"I killed the serpents' king".