falling, failing now   they mass here at mid day   such a quandary how   I was with them so long   again, I was wrong   you're kneeling there   with furtive eyes on me   and you say   turn your head, face the jury   turn again, face your peers   we have gathered to listen   to what we want to hear      bemused, confused so   much ado about nothing   abuse ensues, though   when I reply, you offer   you try, you falter   a spool of thread,   a needle won't help me      is your faith so precarious   that you attack me and not my questions?