Uriah

The old Hittite came through the gate Battle sharp and dripping With the blackness of an Ethiopian night The Kingdom of Zion to replicate The compass star of David's sight And through that gate walked with him A destiny invisible of all the world The crisis of a man by sin made grim And vaster yet A family's sun about to set In immense sea, a national grief Beyond mere historic proportions. Raising Yahweh's standard the Hittite went Sent by a virtue spent With shadowless sword against masked Ammonites And she the vessel of his heart Dripping the sapphire of her African skies Her purging task did initiate Before the uncurtained eyes of Israel's prying king How she daggered his faith And staggered him like eddying dust Crawling before the throne of savage lust Her beauty and her will to yield - This limping, shallow Vashti overthrown Sealed Uriah's fate Great warrior of the ancient clan of God Yahweh's noble steward Canaan's scion and stem of mystery Conscripted to a Gentile race Dravidian's doomed cornerstone Summoned from the battle heat Had no trumpet in his heart to blast retreat And suffered where his soldiers like victors hold Where Jacob slept without a sheet The light from beauty's breast is cold A common curse and old And did not know When sent away defied because he would not relent That in his hands like in our genes He carried that cold warrant of his own death And the prophetic time When Israel's sun would set