In Nebuchadnezzar’s dream

He beheld a great statue

with a head of gold

A body of silver

and of bronze and of iron

and feet, alas, of clay.

In Nebuchadnezzar’s dream

A stone fell from above

And rolled down

The pavilion

And struck

at the gold statue’s base.

In Nebuchadnezzar’s dream

He stood in a wind,

His cloak of office

Whipping his face

Lashes wielded

against him

By the Gods.

In Nebuchadnezzar’s dream

the statue crumbled

and collapsed,

broken by the wind.

And the prophets and seers

fell to their knees

With a vision of his end.