The Ultimate Cure

Jay was his name, he had fallen from grace
without a warning, he was coming to face
the flipside of freedom, the chance to endure
a jailhouse consisting of little allure

morning had come, so early it was
his days they were closing, life not meant to last
with “lo and behold” they came to his cell
talking that nonsense of meals and farewell

of prayer and candor, of love and embrace
no longer it matters, his fate he must face
so long is the hallway, so short is the time
to get to the chambers where all things will rhyme

where minutes will feel like days without end
the nerves he must wear, so clear on his skin
farewell, say no more, a time to endure
this last ride to silence – the ultimate cure