Let every fighting Israelite pay heed:
Put down your swords and from this field withdraw.
I am Goliath, Philistine, I gnaw
The bones of mighty men. For deeds
My fame goes far and wide — rivers recede
Before my roar while Nature stands in awe
As I shoot lightning from my eyes and draw
The flesh of gods from mountainsides, and feed.
I’ll crunch Jehovah underneath my heel
And make you curse the day that you were born.
Your wives, your daughters, all will I enjoy
When you lie dead and cold and cannot feel
Their warmth yourselves. And then, here’s what I’ll do:
Your homes and way of life I will destroy.
Your homes and way of life I will destroy —
But what is this? A challenger, perhaps?
A petty waste of time to be so coy
Before they see their history relapse
Into slavery. A twig that snaps
In scorching fire is what this fellow’s spine
Will be. He’ll live to feel his skull collapse
And afterward no one for him will pine.
How foolish! See? He’s armed only with twine.
Perhaps he’ll throw a rock as well, as if
I didn’t have a shield! This seems a worse design
Than if he slung a baby at a cliff.
Do tell me, dimwit halfling boy,
What will that whirling twine that you empl —