You all walk red-handed
waiting to get caught
by the law,
by my lines.
None of you can hide.
You
who had let your voters down;
you
who had lied to the taxperson;
you
who had ignored a stop sign.
I am standing in front of your closet,
holding the key.
As for you,
whom I thought would be different…
I’ve just realized
you like spicy food.
By Shai Ben-Shalom
