Dogs of Jezebel
Dogs of Jezebel
2nd Kings 9:30
Painting your eyes,
arranging your hair.
As if expecting a lover
to climb up your stairs.
It’s not a lover,
but death that climbs.
Calling your name,
for the very last time.
Daughter of Baal,
doesn't your god hear?
You pray for deliverance
from judgment that’s near.
The silence of your idol
leaves you to wonder.
Chariots approach,
on wheels of thunder.
Still defiant,
with no tears or remorse.
From the window of your temple,
you see the main force.
You cursed their God,
his servants put to sword.
This was your sacrifice
for your Canaanite lord.
You taunt your captors,
with jeers of hate.
Not knowing their God
has sealed your fate.
They take you to the window,
throw you to the ground.
Chariots trample flesh and bone,
til silence the only sound.
Dogs appear,
ravenous for man or beast.
How ironic that Jezebel
was queen of this feast.
2017
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