Nostalgia

Mumbling hectare (of kin)
the mourning
raged
detractors’
cadavers opine
relayed way
in a cold Porter’s
viscous piddle
souls dreaded
like
pushed up
sandprints
feigning set
to multi-shriek/null-sense
punctilious
ukase
dulcet vinegar
aromatics of each Hellespont

death

what has come
did not come
belied:

a tremoring witness
as for
the token chain
of access,

ambled pall