His Only High - A Poem by Moe

What was for good intention
To keep the sane convention
Has now turned white to black

Though silenced went the pain
And needless went the cane
The rope has lost it's slack

For now has death warmed over
It's killed the four leaf clover
That kept him from defeat

Sedated silenced fear
Grows louder in his ear
The sound of crackling meat

He clearly hears the shake
The rattling of the snake
About to strike it's blow

Yet he's an overcomer
Fought winters spring and summer
To stand and steady grow

To find the strength to stand
He'll open fisted hand
And face it towards the sky

That rescue may come soon
Restoring sweet commune
God's love his only high

~Moses