841 …and the giant came tumblin’ down. ” To bad. 6-16-19

If fate was fair,
maybe he wouldn’t have
been there,
right on the spot where
Little-David-play-on-your-harp’s
stone
caught him square above his nose,
crushed his skull bone
and drove the splinters
into his brain
so fast
he didn’t have no time to feel
the pain.
He’d just come tumblin’ down
into a deceased pile
of servile muscle and guile
so the teen-age shepherd boy:

Killer of Lions!!

(Yeah, well, what about them,
just doin’ their thing,
eating the occasional lamb of sacrifice);

Defender of Sheep!!

(Bunch of mutton heads,
raised for shearing
and shish-ka-bob…);

Creator of Psalms!!

(To calm a paranoidic King Saul
so to hanky-panky with Prince Jonathan
and who knows what all…);

could heft Goliath’s heavy blade,
hack off his hairy head
to hold it high
for the Hebrews and the Philistines
to see
and watch as his enemies, in panic, flee,
while Gods chosen army slaughters them with glee!

(And sweet little innocent David, never lost his smile.)

Maybe Goliath was just
a big, friendly galoot
the kind of guy you’d like
to share a laugh with
in your man-cave,
(if he could fit…),
have a beer with
down at the local kosher kazbar,
listen to him brag like
the huge little boy he was
about how long his uncircumcised dick was
and how the ladies admired it,
how they giggled about how cute
his crossed-eyes were
when ever he smiled…

But,
fate ain’t fair.
He had to be there
so the great-great-great-great
grand son of Nun
and son of Jesse
could become
The King of Israel
from whose line,
after a very long, long, long time
would arise Gods Son
to redeem the world

(by a horrific, torturous, bloody,
cross-hung death
whether He wanted it or not
since the terrifying cup
would not pass from him…),

including,
maybe,
even that compliant giant
lying headless in a pool of clotting blood
on the dry,
fly and flea-bit
sand
of the Promised Land!

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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