he laughed with deep reverberance, then spat in the dirt.
with enunciated clarity, he spoke,
i shall seek no forgiveness, for that which i have no regret.
a sense of knowing washed through me.
here i stand with the Accuser.
his wet breath was stale with contempt.
alone, with my lowest nature,
my sin, ira
the sweet smell of regret in the air was mine.
with the next blow, again, he spoke,
what you call my sin, I call my redemption.
there were no tears shed, for a third blow.