Here comes the one they call Jesus, the crowd
that follows him around blocking again
my view. That's why I'm climbing this old tree:
To see what others see in a man without
home wife children or property, without,
they say, much but authority to speak
in a voice that quiets mockers, heals the sick.
I hope, in short, up here to get the news,
to learn if it's true, assess for myself what's what.
Being laughed at is nothing I don't know.
My name means pure. I do my job each day.