Pontius Pilate's house, Monday

PILOT
I dreamed I met a Galilean
A most amazing  man
He had that look you vary rarely find
The haunting hunted kind

I asked him to say what had happened
How it all began
I asked again-he never said a word
As if he hadn't heard

And next the room was full of wild and angry men
They seemed to hate this man-they fell on  him and then
They disappeared again

Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame