Thursday, August 13, 2015

The Grand Banquet

The Grand Banquet
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with Copyright)

This is what I saw:

First, the river red flowing up to their bridles, the horses, snorting; no longer cavorting, or under extreme duress. The stress felt from victims put to eternal rest. As 1,600 furlongs or 300 kilometers or 180 English miles of blood receded, as the winds abated and the calvary retreated,  the Grand Banquet around the earth began.

I saw gathered some unlikely flocks, to feed on the flesh of men and horse stock. As manure on earth's surface spread the world over, the stench invited birds the heavens did cover.

I saw eagles and owls and vultures galore, dressed in their finest to dine and to gorge.  Harpy, Phillipine, Golden, African Crowned and Bearded Vulture,  Lapped Faced Vulture and Eurasia Eagle Owl too, flapping and landing on heaps upon heaps,  happily they squawked and chattered and leaped
from one mound to another.

Darkness added atmosphere to their humongous feast. Their beaks ripping greedily at hands and feet of commanders and strong men and freeman and slave. Of small men and great ones not to be buried in graves. Do not bewail, to gather as clutter. "The Harvest is great!" the vultures will mutter.

This day is not designed for the usual meat: fish, little birds, guinea fowl, baby sheep. This one time smorgasbord of God's enemies to eat, put to shame, disgraced, perished forever. The host and protected loyal survivors now worldwide will endlessly Honor His name.

Written in a style similar to Juan Felipe Herrera in This Is My Last Report

Based upon 2 Thess. 1:7-10; Jer. 25:32, 33; Isa. 63:3-6; 66:15, 16; Joel 3:12-14; Dan. 2:34, 44; Ps. 83:17, 18; Rev. 14:18-20.