Lent Poems 10: Cold Was the Night

And Peter,
by the fireside,
warmed himself with lies,
though shivering
more with each
burning arrow he fired
into his side,
wincing and hiding,
the thrice-told lie
taunting in the air,
joining the chorus
of the rooster’s crow.

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