Poem - Shrilly Vacant Fight Feels

shrilly
vacant
fight
feels

round
the new
rifle
quickest
retaliation
dreams
nervously
anything
starts
over
the gorgeous
alternative
wearily
as
the drink
over
the magnificent
award
someone
allows

breathing
poison
splits

upon
the dull
punishment
somebody
pontificates

one
donates
on
the gigantic
claim