Poetry Saturday: The Nazirite

The Nazirite

Climbing the dusting hills
Skirting the dropping vales
I make my way
To catch this day
My enemies
To fight together this night
On the ground of my choosing
This plan is sound
For my judgment and my devastation
is directed accurately upon the
Foes-Philistines-Foul

I swing the jawbone of an ass
Whereupon it breaks theirs as glass
Plowing the fields of bodies
Blood blooms brightly
Knocking single file over the crevasse
Lost in the blood rage-feral delight
My righteousness knows no bounds-No

Delilah, you have caused this My love
My destruction your delight
Some two thousand I have slain today
All because of what you would have me say
My weakness knows no bounds-No

Bound too long-again I am strong
Dagons old one cannot hold me
Blind but I can see you-for what you are
Blind but I can see
Bound too long-but I am the true pillar strong
And I bring it down
Blind but I can see