David’s Song

Downtrodden I fall, my face

into the earth. Weary

I crawl, desiring strength

but finding none.

For too long have I been

pursued; sought out

like some criminal, though

no wrong have I done.

I wind endlessly down

this unending path, whose

only destination seems,

unjustly, death.

Never have I planned or

even thought in malice

against him, yet he seeks

my final breath.

And though I see that God

has delivered him here,

into my hand, only his cloak

will I smudge.

Seeking mercy I surrender as

he falsely proclaims his

regret; before me he may lie

but not before the Judge.