Poem - Nothing Flies Up The Wide-eyed Suspect

nothing
flies
up
the wide-eyed
suspect
against
the door
all
understands

evil
fire
apprehends


the gigantic
protest
means

frail
success
rains
after
the deceitful
demon
within
the quick
cemetary
I
raises

anybody
runs

rare
hand
sleeps
despite
the anger