No One Again Will Spread Terror
I wrote a poem, something I almost never do. It’s about Judith (as in “taking the head of Holofernes”).
Once upon a time…
No.
It was a dark and stormy night…
Definitely not.
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow…
What?
There is something beneath the sand.
Yes. Simple. Truth.
Yes. Yes, there is something beneath the sand.
It sleeps. She sleeps. She has slept for millennia.
We know her. We see her. She adorns our walls. She adorns our minds. A girl. A woman. Us, whomever we are.
A knife, a sword.
She cuts.
A tyrant’s head.
She cuts.
For her people.
She cuts.
And no one again will ever spread terror.
She cuts.
But who are her people now?
She cuts.
Woman and children.
She cuts.
Innocent lives.
She cuts.
Once hers, now the enemy.
She cuts.
For red, black, white, and green,
She cuts.
So no one will again spread terror.
She cuts.