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Of course, Samson has preyed on all our fears.

But not now:  that is why we brought him here,

that we might make sport of him---mock and jeer---

continuing the daily demonstration

of his total, ignoble degradation.

Delilah was must useful:  her addiction,

to chasing dragons some call poppies' tears,

made her amenable to our persuasion.

Yes, she delivered---after some false starts.

She found the hole that weakened all his parts,

thus giving us advantage for the taking.

Bound, with his eyes squeezed out, his spirit breaking

on that millstone has ended his attacks

upon Philistia and all our hosts.

(I am a predator of sorts; and mark

my words, I put his eyes out to the dark.)

Bind him securely between those two posts!

This is no sabbath for him to relax.

Where are the artists for the great depiction

of Samson servile to our party's whim?

(I did not think his fall would come to pass

so easily.  It calls for celebration.)

Let Israel's judge speak:  a word from him

really comes from the jawbone of an ass.

What ho?---great Samson---who has the last say?

Make merry friends, all at Samson's expense:

one in a lifetime this experience

comes.  Wait:  was that the sound of shattered glass?

The floor feels like it has begun to sway.

I do not drink this early in the day.

Look at those arches!  See the spreading cracks?

On what a wicked, comic irony

comes to my mind as stones slam down on me.

Delilah has been too strung out to be

here . . .

Starward

[jlc]