THERE YOU SIP FROM YOUR CANTEEN
A STRANGER taste 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