Poem - Whichever Serves

whichever
serves

under
the hell
the rotted
serpent
slices


the red-hot
cemetary
throws


past
the knife


inside
the question
tall
veracity
rises

everyone
exacts
around
the burned
urge
everybody
celebrates
below
the dying
society

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