57377: The Destruction Of Jerusalem By The Babylonian Hordes

They left their Babylon bare
Of all its tall men,
Of all its proud horses;
They made for Lebanon.
And shadowy sowers went
Before their spears to sow
The fruit whose taste is ash
For Judah's soul to know.
They who bowed to the Bull god
Whose wings roofed Babylon,
In endless hosts darkened
The bright-heavened Lebanon.
They washed their grime in pools
Where laughing girls forgot
The wiles they used for Solomon.
Sweet laughter! remembered not.
Sweet laughter charred in the flame
That clutched the cloud and earth
While Solomon's towers crashed
between,
The gird of Babylon's mirth.