The Last Feast of Belshazzar

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The Last Feast of Belshazzar

The jeweled entrails of pomegranates bled on the marble floor.

The jewel-heart of a virgin broke at the golden door.

The laughter of a drunken lord hid the sob of a silken whore.

Mene,

Wrote a strange hand,

Mene Tekel Upharsin⁠—

And Death stood at the door.