This Wretched Host - A Poem by Moe

"times we know will soon be gone..."

now forced to look inside
I'm torn by solitudes
I seek my place to hide
from soulless multitudes

that seek out rotted flesh
whose end is buzzards meat
I'm trying not to mesh
with clay that chains my feet

for I am now a wretch
to them that find disease
as honor does not fetch
or seeks the aimless breeze

it's time to call on death
and find my freedom's ghost
alone to walk the breadth
without this wretched host

ode to Rimbaud...

~Moses Apollo