He drew a sword against conspirators.
Against his reign, the universe conspired.
Agrippa won the necessary wars–
but then (and way too early) he retired
from all-oppressive life. What was desired
by men was not this quiet-living lord
of order, god aloof and simple-lyred,
but former chaos carefully restored.
They got it, too: more than they could afford.
Brief were the generations till it came–
and all would soon reject, with one accord,
the glory of the pacifying name.
They preferred Jesus Christ, hard to define:
he’d never really slapped them into line.