Was reading the Bible, seems the Irsraelites made an idol and to rectify the situation Moses grinds the golden calf into dust, pours the dust in a brook and makes them drink. Their own version of Gold Schlagger I suppose, complete with regret and humble pie.
The Golden Drink
It's an amber dust that floats
so serene, majestic, lavishly
atop the silvered stream
a gypsy dance that taunts,
agitates the lust of those
thirsty for a golden confidence
a face to look at.
Instead they dip their bronze
vessels slowly in, with long faces
the metallic blur of gold and silver
swallowed in, distributed
ingested, a heavy weight
to hold, this idolotry
a belly full of gilded sin the
cost of their redemption
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