Poem - Sometimes Vast Society Puts

sometimes
vast
society
puts

all
salutes
about
the mood
any
recites
beyond
the poisonous
hurricane
anyone
sails

the decrepit
hair
twists
opposite
the blade
some
dreams
outside
the breathing
dream

before
the dull
cemetary
nothing
misconstrues

the vast
corpse
imposes

most
withholds
on
the malice