The Hunting of the Beast, A Hebrew Poem, Translated.

By the Rivers of Babylon we lay and remembered
As all about us danced fairy embers;
Man’s audacity humbled and brought to kneel
But one final truth set to reveal;
And down beside these waters placid
We seek a beast that’s never flaccid
A beast of untold length and girth
That like the Midgard serpent chokes the earth
And from the waves it rears it’s virulent head
And speaks in tongues not often said
By mortal men nor nephilim too
And yet in words that we all knew
Innate speech and reason brims our minds
As we forgive those heinous hinds
A gatekeeper to the lands beneath
That dwell beyond such mortal grief
A beast that escapes our careful nets
And bests our traps so often set
By brains or brawn we know not which
No plan complete without a hitch
So then we at the banks of Zion’s shore
Began a plot which had no flaw
With Moses’ aid we drained the ocean
The beast of this it had no notion
Until the air upon it’s lair crept
And with such lament induced it wept
But could not refill the rivers drained
Until at last it was contained
Within one final, lingering puddle
That Moses spent without much trouble
And now the beast was in our grasp
But as we descended on it’s lingering gasp
Something in the air turned sour
And sudden as wind our mood changed dour
Leviathan, megalith, imprisoned by our art
The trembling cracks of it’s dying heart
Beached upon some foreign shore
Reminded us of tales of yore
The loss of home, and solace pure
An affliction made devoid of cure.
The phallus drowning in the air
And each of us, we felt such care
That we turned the waters in again
To eliminate it’s mortal pain
Futile was our quest, for in the end
It failed our broken hearts to mend
But rather showed us something true
Beyond the reach of me or you.
The warmth of homeland, grace and love
That descended on us like a dove
And liberates our very souls
Beyond the reach of tyrannical controls
And like the phallus, languishing in the mire
We become reborn by fire
Vital, alive, potent with power
For now’s the day and here’s the hour
We stand erect as God’s elect
And despite the horrors we’re subject
We shall be strong, and soldier on
And like the Phallus, not withdrawn.