In the fields of oppression
thousands of years after the fact
they sang of the famous battle
Joshua, Jericho…and inside
those walls that came down
a righteous woman
Shielding our inside men
from the king’s would-be captors.
She paid attention to the news
Heard the tale of the parted sea
The lands whose inhabitants had
She knew which horse to bet on.
Our secret agents hid on the roof
covered in stalks of flax.
Sent the counter agents
to the river, chasing phantom spies.
A debt paid with a scarlet thread
meant to work like ram’s blood
during a flyover. A life for a life.
Go tell it to the mountain.
Then to Joshua.
Joshua whose face knew Moses.
Joshua would fight the battle.
The battle that still
comes out of our smallest lips
like a song.