King
David has chosen to stay home;
and
who could blame him.
He
has too long been a man of war,
sleeping
rough with his men, out in the hills;
others
could fight this battle.
His
trusted general would do the job.
There
are some tasks, however,
that
he will do himself.
Like
the woman,
beautiful
in her nakedness,
recklessly
taking her bath on the roof.
He
made his enquiries, discovered her name
and
issued the royal invitation.
She
was not likely to refuse.
The
bed was soft,
the
woman, softer.
He
told his soul
that
he had chosen love over war;
and
had almost convinced himself
that
it was a righteous choice
when
her inconvenient message came.
Proving
more loyal than his monarch,
the
cuckolded husband frustrates
the
attempted cover-up;
receiving,
as his reward, the honour
of
a hero’s death.
It
is all about power.
David
had too long been a man of war,
sleeping
rough with his men, out in the hills.
It
was in the spring of the year.
