Yoshitsune might forgive him
but maybe god and fate would not--
yet his master must outlive him
no matter what the gods had brought.
So he raised his hand, intending
to continue their pretending
because he feared much more the pain
of separation than disdain.
All we value, every blunder,
is captured and revealed in fears:
it was the first time he shed tears.
When I hear him speak, I wonder
if there is anyone god gave
to me whom I would sin to save.
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