Poem - Neither Decomposes Round The Dying Head

neither
decomposes
round
the dying
head
the crazy
identity
prevents

the dying
future
swings
opposite
the watery
justice
the strange
independence
drinks
underneath
the new
weapon
this
wrings

the white-hot
truth
becomes

the black
witch
sits
happily


round
the question

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