Balaam - Speaker's dummy

Balak of Moab hired Balaam, son of Beor, to blast the Israelites.

The soothsayer’s talking donkey shied from wronging the divinity.

And ran into a field.

God did not heed the soothsayer but alchemied the curses into blessings.

Poetic praises streamed like pure waters from gold and silver buckets.

Balaam wasn’t the spring.

So Balaam the buffoon predicted a victory star and blessed Jeshurun;

He sang of palm groves, riverside gardens, and cedars on watery banks;

He was a speaker’s dummy.

In the larynx of truth he was powerless to spill his plotted imprecations,

To harm the wandering people on their slow march to Canaan,
To do his dirty deal.

      I wish I had the gift to alchemise the throats
      of Balaam buffoons
      Whose hate speech and raging fists strike out
      to knock down worlds.