Chocolate or coffee?
her skin is both
hidden under the crimson tapestry
her blood-red lips tighten in a smile
as she listens to the news of her enemy
Jehu is coming
the rabid cur
slaughtered the babes in their mother’s arms
For the sake of no one he kills all that’s dear
and they say it’s for the will of his God

The queen drifts restlessly 
sees the eyes
her servants peer into her soul
she knows they are planning 
evil happens every day
but never to the Queen

and she is the Queen
Is she Jezebel?
she is the beauty, the rose in the bell jar
there for all to see and enjoy
planted by her mistress’s hands

the chariot comes
her dark eyes
laugh as she frowns at the insolent pig
and removes her robes to taunt and thwart him
he is the axe that breaks on the sponge
as it tries to part the sea

and as she stands
her proud heart
breaks into a thousand pieces
and she falls
pushed by her slaves on the comand of the killer

This is the snake, the vile serpent
this is the scabbed demon whose command is better then the queens




he thinks he’s better




and his dog brothers come and feast upon her tender flesh
they go and eat and devour all that is sacred 
was sacred
no more
as the foul man drives his chariot over her torn body
then in disdain nibbles daintly upon his lunch
then returns to continue the sport

frail and delicate, a light flower
shifts in the sun as the wind blows it away
picnic at noon, in the shady ol' bower
feet crush the petals as small children play

a severed skull
rolling about in the streets
and her tender fingers
her hands

reach out to her goddess as the enemy laughs
and Jezebel prays while her mistress dies
unable to answer

and her severed feet 
become trophies of the pig
as he laughs and drools over the precious objects
and the slaves vomit and piss
over all that was once sacred

from slaves we were born
from slaves we will die
but in the meantime...

I’ll just pretend

and from a cur’s spittle the goddess dies
and her beautiful rose withers away
Jehu laughs as he watchs the house slaves dance
once were gods, now are toys