Ben FurorA Poem by Richard Williams
Ben-Hur, Ezekiel, and a chariot from on high.
Judah Ben-Hur of Northern Ur
went with Ezekiel one day,
past a burning bush to the land of Cush
to see if Jonah was okay.
They passed a tree by Galilee
to see if the olives were picked;
and down by the sea a serpent served tea,
but they weren't about to be tricked.
After some chit with big fish spit
(poor Jonah just had to much salt),
they moseyed a path that was split in half
and wondered if he was at fault.
Within the sand they watched it land,
a chariot beyond their ken;
from outer space lanes came fiery reins,
and so they were taken by Ben.
Ben got the feel behind the wheel,
yet Zeke noticed other wheels too;
so the rocket thrust kicked up angel dust,
then off to the heavens they flew.
At first the flight was smooth and light
until there were cherubs en mass;
and some of their ships had long pointed tips
so Ben was hell-bent to go fast.
Right from the glow a rain of dough
as cherubs unloaded their chaff;
a manna attack with Zeke in the back
made Ben, ‘spite his anger, just laugh.
Ben hit the gas through Peter's pass
as Zeke manned the gun in the rear;
his driving was great past the pearly gate
but manna had stuck to the mirror.
Then taken in by seraphim,
the sentence was not very long;
the judge was succinct and it made them think
as the host of heaven looked on.
“The case to wit from where I sit
involves this stolen chariot;
so accept the blame as you douse the flame,
and let the angels carry it.”
© 2011 Richard Williams