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

down the wide Euphrates. Then I will give
your crown to the Mede and he will forgive
my errant sons, return them to their land.
I have passed them, like grain, through a sieve.

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:

The Cain Series: The Birth of CainThe Crime of CainThe Curse of Cain

Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the CovenantsNoah Wakes from a Recurring NightmareAbram the PaganFor the Sake of the FewThe Deception of JacobThe Unspeakable NameA Sound of War in the CampA Lament for MichalThe Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of JoyNumbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, JonahThe Years the Locusts have Consumed

New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapseSilent SaturdayDoes God still have a body?At Simon’s House

The Letters to the Churches: