Spring 2013
אביב תשע''ג
The
Story of David haMelekh
.David
haMelekh just wanted to be a tzadik
Righteous
to his people, his wives, his commanders
.and
maybe his mother also
A
spear was balanced in his right hand
.as
her turned to face his Philistine foes
,Slight
and sharp, wood swaying in wind
,David
clenched down on his weapon
shoulders
hardened like stone
abs
packed like sardines
.he
lanced twenty men through the heart
David
just wanted to be a tzadik
.so
he hopped over rooftops to love a lovely woman
He
wanted to be righteous, so he
sipped
his wine and sucked on lamb bones
.while
his little date lay drying, shackled in defilement
Many
have tried to conquer the heights of Mt. Tavor
but
men rolled over shrubs
.and
bodies as they fell down from failure
Their
frightened donkeys squeaked and gasped
.when
their master's limbs piled at their hooves
.They
were only trying to be righteous
David
haMelekh was short and handsome
silk
curled red on his head and
.sun
sparkled in his eyes
.Feed
me sweet water!" he cried"
The
son of a Beit haLahmi only wished
to
honor the honorables
.and
to test their might
.Powering
their devotion down on his scarred and chiseled body
"!Benayahu
up on high! Let Our Father lift you to the sky"
"!And
as the sacred flowers dry - know your soul will never die"
And
he sent him to the lion's den
damp
as spring ice
.to
bring a main-full head from beneatht he earth of Zion
.The
men's hearts froze and David haMelekh cried
.He
only wanted to be righteous
