“The life of my lord will be bound securely in the bundle of the living by the LORD your God, but the lives of your enemies he will hurl away as from the pocket of a sling.” 1 Samuel 25: 29
He saw the smoke curl out of the chimney,
aroma of spices in food got carried in the breeze –
preparation of a sumptuous meal he was turned
away from. Lamb curried in sauce – he counted the sheep
near the fence, could tell the one in the cooking bowl.
He sat on the rock beside a lizard with beaded eyes,
the even breathing of the reptile kept his anger down. After all
he had been like wall of the town, oversaw the cattle graze,
counted the tattoos of brown sheep on arid pasture land
like tracking eye floaters that swam into his vision.
He squinted at the woman bobbing like ball on water,
intense midday sun cut her up into slats of light.
The large skirt ballooned into two balls as she straddled
a donkey, a train of servants carried baskets of bread,
pressed fig cake, cooked meat, and wine to wash the food.
Hair blew on her face flushed like ripe peach, her shirt
was smudged with coal dust from kebab roasted on fire:
hours of labour spent to appease him. She implored
for his temperance, let the Lord deal with enemies. Did she
will her husband’s death, see herself the queen of Israel?