Olden the Earth Old and errlorn
Men built towns tall Tours to triumphs.
A million times’ Gilgal’s mad flood-
-Fire fell upon Forsaken earth.
Two pure prophets Awoke to parch
The Godless rakes Upon God’s earth.
At each flood-fire Was epoch’s tide
To which Giants Gnashed our good earth.
They lied lewd laws Gross sciences
So came the called Two prophets keen.
Their wives one flesh Their woes one fight.
Bromdun was not Born to be these.
But, Bromdun sung For these two seers.
When Sheshack felled Bromdun’s Hopeshore
Bromdun waivered For a wife’s breast.
Bromdun was not But pretendt he
So to give ease To his friend Zeek.
For Sheshak was Good, to wan Sheikhs.
Zeek and Jerome’s Joyful tide zoomed.
Bromdun did wan To be Cyrus
So pale and fraught That he failed poor.
He feared, fraught, foes Forbore him, weak
And feeble. Fie He did, for feigns.
But to be used By God he prayed
To be used great In some good way.
Marmaduke was The Mad Moabite
Who made Ashur Fall upon all.
For Marmaduke, Ephraim’s Might
Sent men by poor Bromdun’s poor prayers
To pillage the Place Bromdun loved.
To give creed to His crass visions
And drive him mad Though Sheshak did
Get wroth, for was What Bromdun was
To do with life. Weak, listless, lied
But Bromdun was A sinner, bad
No less or more Mad or lewd than
Andrew, Jude, or Cyrus’ alms.
For all men sin, Some greater. All
Men sin less in Mind than in thought.
B. K. Neifert 