Two Poems

by Thomas Banks (June 2020)

Jonah, Albert Pinkham Ryder, 1885-1895

 

 

Haman and Mordecai

 

 

His gallows fifty cubits high

Made Haman swell with laughter,

To think that Hebrew Mordecai

Would hang from it thereafter.

 

The gods were good, for they had set

Rich Haman hoped to be raised yet

By Xerxes, his good sire.

 

Within a few days Mordecai

Watched Haman hanged in style,

And, looking up as he passed by,

Allowed himself a smile.

 

Jonah

 

The voice from which I first had fled
Stayed with me, as if he behind
Pursued me close; I in my dread
No refuge and no rest could find.

Later upon the threatening sea,
Refusing still with him to go,
The only shelter left to me
I sought in lightless depths below.

In deepest Hell I made my bed,
Till his hand found me even there,
And from the dark house of the dead
He dragged me to the upper air.

He filled my mouth with words to speak
To guilty men whom I abhorred;
His words I spoke; but none will break
My hate for that all-vicious hoard

Though by his kindness they are filled.
Let them enjoy it till the end.
Whatever mercy he has willed,
In anger I have found a friend.

 

 

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Thomas Banks has taught literature and Latin for many years in Idaho, Montana, and North Carolina, where he currently lives. Other writings of his have appeared in First Things and the St. Austin Review.

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