Jezebel Poem by Mark Heathcote

Out the mouth of the sun
Shone a white cloud
That condensed black and fell.

And as the flowers rose
A milk-white soothe—lady
From the shade called Jezebel.

Sauntered over and spied
The serpent on his belly coursing,
He said live and excel.

Sweet, sweet, Jezebel
Don't be owing to him
Who'd limit your natural rebel?

Be free as the star
That burns in and above thee
Jezebel, be free and repel.

Him, who'd put chains
On you and me
Jezebel if you expel.

And break a stem
Or take of the knowledge tree
You too shall be as free as me.

Jezebel, oh Jezebel
Join me in hell!
Jezebel, oh Jezebel
Jezebel, oh Jezebel
Join me in hell!
And be free.