The plates were full and all the wine provided
by the levies of the King, misguided
though he was, until the finger wrote
“you are Numbered. Numbered. Weighed. Divided.”
You dress in purple and that garotte
of golden chains weighs heavy on your royal throat.
You have lived too high, now you will not live.
Your bodies, like the stolen cream, will float
They were tested, who failed my command,
but disciplined, restored by my own hand.
They were Numbered. Numbered. Weighed. Divided.
Where they have fallen, I alone can stand.
*Inspired by readings this morning from Daniel 5
Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:
Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants, Noah Wakes from a Recurring Nightmare, Abram the Pagan, For the Sake of the Few, The Deception of Jacob, The Unspeakable Name, A Sound of War in the Camp, A Lament for Michal, The Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of Joy, Numbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, Jonah, The Years the Locusts have Consumed