Moses

The fickle flock
desert shepherd is he
The multitude uncivilized
and clinging to the past
Holding on to the archaic rituals
Angering god daily

Culling them in wayward seasons
dazzling and commanding them.
making food and art of them

Moses the father somewhere up the Sinai
Searching out his jealous god

Why this ambassador
covering the great cauldrons of goats milk
with palm fronds and the good will of Aaron
So sand would not enter

He was the truth then behind austerity
A slap in the face wth a hardwood staff
A sacrifice of the healthiest herds
even in a famine