By: JD DeHart

Imagine the job, sipping the cup
Knowing there may be poison

Do you love the king
Or is this only the best you can
Find, or are you a person of faith
Ancient snake-handler of sorts
Taking up life in the libation

A solitary set of eyes travels
To wall, wondering what murmurings
Compact among the people
Conspiracy leading to demise

Thinking:

Is this the last time I will see
The borders of my homeland?