BY JAY WELLER
THERE YOU SIP
FROM YOUR CANTEEN
A STRANGER MIX
THAN KEROSENE
AS YOU STARE DOWN
FROM THAT HOTEL
TO SWIMMING POOLS
THAT LEAD TO HELL
AND IF YOU GRIP
UPON THAT MIGHT
BUT IRON FISTS
THAT KNOW NOT WHY
OF BROKEN ROUTES
THAT SCANDALIZE
BUT DO NOT KNOW
THE REASON WHY
WHO TO SEEK
SOLACE AND GRACE
WHEN THE VERY AXIS
IS OUT OF PLACE?
COMES THE COLD
COLD CALLING
WINTER RAIN
THAT REMINDS ALL MEN
WHO JUDGE YOUR REIGN