Judgment on a House of One
And Herod appeared
Before the crowd
In an arena in Judea, to
Proclaim himself
Messiah to the Jews
And to the world
He wore a splendid robe
Of silver
How it must have shone in
The sun
And then
Herod fell
And soon he died
Wasting disease,
At the last
Consumed by worms inside
That, hungered, had their way
Without
As well
How ugly and how awful
That must have been
Against the silver
And is this how it is
With those who think they are
In charge
Know how to lead
Must be resplendent at it
In a hided-over ego
And in other, badged ways
Over vainglorious skin?
Leaders, supposed, self-styled, or
Otherwise
Even the right ones
Will be judged twice over
Once upon themselves
A second time for those they built up
Or sent away
Or from whom they
Took away small pieces, one piece
By one,
‘Til for the company there was
Little left
But victim service
We might not see this, hear it,
Taste the mortal defeat
Touch the dust they have become
There is a reason why
In older times, the judge was
Called
And is
Immortal, invisible
Only wise
C L Couch
(the death of Herod Agrippa is told in the Christian Acts of the Apostles and other ancient sources
it is fictively told in the chapters of I, Claudius by Robert Graves)
I should be judged, too, on whom and how I led, when I have led
Photo by Vinicius Amano on Unsplash
São Bernardo do Campo, Brazil
this was a color test I was doing with lighting on RGB colors and how the colors affected a piece of creased aluminum. looks like a mountain for me, what do you guys think?
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