Ben Furor

Ben Furor

A 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.”

© 2013 Richard Williams

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Added on May 25, 2011
Last Updated on September 12, 2013
Tags: Ben_Hur, Ezekiel, Jonah, Cush, Galilee, olive, chariot, wheel, cherubs, manna, chaff, Peter, seraphim, heaven, angels