"Offering to Moloch" from 1897 Bible Pictures‘Moloch’ and Other Poetry by Richard Jordan The Society November 13, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 8 Comments Moloch Beneath the sands and salted fields there lies A desert land of men once prosperous And proud. They raised a gilded city With their queen, a grander one than any Left behind, free and full of life—now dust, Now burned, now dead, a place the gods despise, A pyre of wanton sacrifice where died Their goddess and their selves. All ash, their dreams Usurped; enslaved; forgot. Amidst this first, This third, this last defeat, did they curse Themselves and pray? Did they, amidst the screams, Despair, repent, and cry, “What is this lie? Behold the murdered dead we gave, the blood Of peace and victory! Behold the book And burning psalter of our god, and could This devil save? O fools, behold the graves! Look on the blood, the innocence, the red, Red ruin on those shining horns! Look on Our image, fearful made, and weep, “What god, What king, what freedom would demand a babe? I wish I could walk without footsteps I wish I could walk without footsteps, That I could wander an earth undisturbed; That I could pass like a leopard in winter, Like a ghost never seen, never heard. I wish I could walk without stepping, That I could march without boots on the ground; That I could pad like a cat on soft feet, And tread like the dead—without sound. I wish I could walk without stumbling, That I could walk without killing what grew; And I long for the day when the world is remade, And all will remain—new. A Nap Soft, warm sun, A summer hum: I feel a nap approach. Growing grass, The clouds go past My rest without reproach. Richard Jordan is an assistant professor of international politics at Baylor University. He lives in Waco with his wife and two small children. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 8 Responses Mark F. Stone November 13, 2019 Richard, Since I’ve been known to take the occasional power nap, I heartily applaud your third poem! Mark Reply Dave November 14, 2019 Clever poetry. “Moloch” reminded me of Shelley`s Ozymandias. Reply Dave November 14, 2019 By the way, is the first poem about Carthage? Reply Richard Jordan November 15, 2019 Thanks! Yes, it is about Carthage, among other things. I’m glad that came through. Reply Joseph S. Salemi November 15, 2019 The annihilation of Carthage was one of the greatest gifts that the Romans bequeathed to Western civilization. dave Whippman November 17, 2019 Well I know there is a lot of controversy over whether they really did sacrifice their children. Plus the reference to their queen and the salted fields. C.B. Anderson November 14, 2019 Richard, In many places both your rhymes and your meter were inaccurate. Now, you can tell me that this was exactly what you intended, or you can engage in a bit of self-analysis and figure out how to make things better. For example, the final line of “I wish …” would be better rendered as: And all will remain, made new. Reply Richard Jordan November 15, 2019 Thanks for the honest criticism. I did intend some of the rhymes and feet to be imperfect, but I recognize that’s a poor answer when an intentional device doesn’t have its intended effect. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.