Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems
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24 The Khan's Canticles
I heard a curse from a lower beast :
I heard his whip lash crack like shot :
I watched and heard till my heart was sore,
And all the blood in my veins was hot.
Thou wretch with the whip, remember this,
Remember, thou knight of the curse and rod
The voiceless cry of a stricken beast
Is heard by the pitying ears of God.
WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.
The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went
1 trod on angels all the way to old Damascus town.
All hell came forth applauding as I went marching down