The Rattle Tank

The Rattle Tank

the rattle tank doesn't slow
'till just out of reach
so that never does one know 
if he'll be invited to breach
the portal and take a seat
and dine on the grind and view
the streaked dark and void of night
 one eye watching the cyclop's eye
staring back with distorted sight
the other on a demon driver
 eager to have our souls before the dawn
though our errors grave, 
our sins not of the mortal kind
so that Yahwey
 with cocker's  borrowed brow wrought
and disposition
serves us well if we not him
and secures our passage till the end