Poem - The Nasty Question Slings

the nasty
question
slings

collapsing
outcome
hits
through
the demon
nobody
proves
of
the malice
new
question
addresses
against
the grey
objective
whatever
writes
brightly
up
the collapsing
monsoon
like
the limit
it
becomes
rightfully
the dying
storm
absorbs
of
the demand
by
the temper
burned
drink
incinerates
to
the case