Numbing Nails And Notice Knells Poem by John Sensele

Live in the shelter of the most high
In peacetime, in times of turmoil
Regardless of the lie and cry when the die
Cast from on high fries fears. Don't recoil

From the sacrifice and price
You pay for the reward you covet
In an environment where cyclops slice
Room for maneuver as villains vet

The performance inherent in the plans
You draw and implement to rescue the peril
God's children undergo at the hands of clans
Teeming with evil tendrils and fibrils endure in April

In a bid to inject light into terminals of the tunnel
Hardly perceptible in the Hades
Cyclops and sycophants funnel
As cutlasses and bloodstained blades

Come to naught at God's command
Dictating salvation for the least of his creatures
Whether cyclops demand and reprimand
Providence voice when God's wrath raptures

Subterfuges
Ruses
Centrifuges
Cruises

To set the captives free
Sounding death knells
At the count of three in a very high degree
To sink on confrontation and conflagration coffins numbing nails.