Ii

We were the Sons of Belial. One black night Centuries ago We beat at a door In Gilead.... We took the Levite's concubine We plucked her hands from off the door.... We choked the cry into her throat And stuck the stars among her hair.... We glimpsed the madly swaying stars Between the rhythms of her hair And all our mute and separate strings Swelled in a raging symphony.... Our blood sang paeans All that night Till dawn fell like a wounded swan Upon the fields of Gilead.