Two Bars of Candy

he placed his dreams on a Greyhound bus trip headed west down that interstate highway the nectar of labor beckoned his lips fruit of the strangest kind graced the front page signs more telling than the constitution categorized this creation of God blood flowed freely from this institution through Jim Crow and Emmett Till he did plod this journey left his soul drenched in hunger food passed through a crevice was not his way holy guardians danced like whoremongers basking in the glow of hooded forays two bars of candy were his blessed meal in the hands of the Lord he found a shield