The Master told me, “Go, post a lookout.Have him report whatever he spots.When he sees horses and wagons in battle formation,lines of donkeys and columns of camels,Tell him to keep his ear to the ground,note every whisper, every rumor.”Just then, the lookout shouted,“I’m at my post, Master,Sticking to my post day after dayand all through the night!I watched them come,the horses and wagons in battle formation.I heard them call out the war news in headlines:‘Babylon fallen! Fallen!And all its precious god-idolssmashed to pieces on the ground.’”