The Crying

Wasn’t was not ceased,
abnegation of

doomed dirigible,

so I said
it asway,

to safety.

Your face, ash
accursed purse

of an abecedarian

jungle
pox. Slack,

sepia sonatas
set

pro rata,
the clapboard

war vibrations. Lavish
celebrant, split

aye’d, shedding
martyr;

prithee, with love.