Judas

Judas

The betrayal, when it came,
was not unexpected.
Deep down I knew
you never liked my Scalextric.
You said it took up too much room.
The cars didn’t vroom.
Contributing factors, I assume.

Charity shops begin at home
and I tracked it down
three weeks later to Age Concern,
sandwiched between a Georgian tea urn
and some books by John Pilger.
The price: thirty coins of silver.

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