Nov 06, 2007 21:21
I looked upon the tumbling leaves
toward dirty clouds adumbrated,
with Dan and Bethel up my sleeves,
the thunder clapped--the lightning cleaved,
and thus my eyes did witness last.
From my arms the kingdom’s wrenched-
flower patches, honey and milk,
for though I dare men’s souls to quench,
try as I might my fists are clenched,
it slips as soft sand grains; as silk.
Although I live my seed is lost,
among my cultivated field of lies,
where I first fell upon the rock,
and in his name I did not stock.
Where blood of mine is lapped by flies.
My empty tears shan’t clear this plan,
nor soothe the pain of awful stings,
for alone amongst these idols stands…
I…nothing but a shallow man.
And a liar; and a king.
11/6/07