therefore men of blood and steel, bronze and iron therefore the sacrifice at Peor: a man was born who would see and for seeing, be destroyed wholly by the one true name
and he was inanimate, baby born to priest and looked up and was priest crawled from pram to temple leading congregation
though a dream: his pulpit caught the child’s eye view of glossy, colour magazines
and he was steadfast & slain, for his pains awoke blood-lust in cold blooded fighters that would not bow before the one true name
his reputation travelled through cities, and set precedence: travelling in convoy, with demonic eunuchs
but his dreams were troubled: he saw himself slain and cities with him until he woke with a start to dusty air and heard his name called, Balaam son of Beor, you ingrate