Haiku of a father’s love.
Absalom rebelled
against his Father, reaching
out to grab the throne.
Much blood had been spilled.
David’s forces were winning;
Spare my son, he said.
The battle was fierce,
the slaughter, great. Absalom
flees upon his mule.
Hanging by his hair,
Absalom’s enemies come;
show him no mercy.
They bring a report
to David: May all your foes
be like that young man!
He retreats, weeping.
Absalom, my son! I would
have died in your place!
© Ken Rookes 2024
