David

David, sweet singer, power’s gone sour,
the self-anointed grease the gears of war
with hatred and lies, god’s in abeyance,
not to say in human occultation

you were killer of men, Goliath first,
you paid two hundred Philistine foreskins
for Michal, but war has now gotten worse,
impersonal destroyer of persons

out of what desert can repentance come,
is …