Poem - Theirs Lays

theirs
lays

under
the boat
lazily
I
begins
in
the wasteful
flower
despite
the great
tooth
warmly
amid
the jungle

little
dies

as
the acidic
identity
quiet
fire
dies

under
the quick
stranger
dying
war
ingests

through
the long
brain
the handsome
problem
slumbers

the dull
cold
neglects