bitter acronyms accounted for Balaam’s hesitant injustice could make his blessing rise once that machineguns talked politics no blessing, but rapid fire bit back
prepared sacrifice brought on spasms: airs of injustice and twenty one times twenty one tents, cows, sheep, Aloe aloe, Cedrus libani
as if a simple curse would be enough high priests came before, were not enough
so Balaam walked alone from the gory scene and walked out of sight leaving his lord, to what device.
to sit smart on igneous rock cover his face with priestly robes and sob until exhaustion; contortions robbed the man of valour, dignity.
in these paroxysms, rhythm found fate in faith, let one man eschew his: lesser men were made for this.
old priests pluck dust from their eye to know god and bend low to know even, destroyed Kain. nothing left save blackened openings: bricks & rubble, bastard sons and swords
god saw the vacant stare of a bearded apothecary