More Than the Hangman

If there is one thing
That I fear more than the law
More than the hangman
Knocking my door down
And reading off my crimes —
I’ll make peace with that
He makes sense to me
What I fear far more
What keeps me awake at night
Is when the old judge
Leaves a bouquet of lilies in my bed
With a note that reads:
«You are free to go.»