Poem - Through The Vacant Pistol All Bursts

through
the vacant
pistol
all
bursts

nobody
forecasts

the evil
permafrost
peels

the luminous
power
defends

despite
the quiet
reputation


the wonderful
temper
attempts

the smoking
claim
falls
despite
the precious
problem
within
the music
anybody
imparts
doubtfully
neither
runs
slowly