Barabbas we can understand—
a bit unhinged, but we have planned
for that containable derangement,
just as in the kind estrangement
of Legion, as he styled himself,
by the grave edge of a lakeside shelf.
Aside from the price of swine, you see,
that madman was dependably
—well, mad. Our wars, our garrison
seemed peaceful by comparison.
The howling soothed us like a salve.
A distant, fully twisted valve,
he gave a vent to our frustrations
with scribes and priests, and with the nations.
It threatens our humanity,
this terrifying sanity.
—Bryce A. Taylor
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