The Dance





by Jennifer Crompton





On the return of the Ark of the Covenant to Jerusalem

(The Holy Bible, 2 Samuel 6)


The break of day applauds triumphant throngs

Of men, screaming the win deliriously;

A shattered army freed, exposed in songs:

Cacophony resounds harmoniously.

And I, King David, shed my golden frock

Into the dust; I follow through the streets

The blood-soaked spoil, which bonds our limping flock

And dancers herald in with stronger beats.

But lost behind the triumph are the bone

And flesh remains of our fallen children

And enemies; their bodies once were thrown

Savagely with screams on that prize, gilden.

So now our chorus looses screams of pride

And my feet trip lightly, undignified.