Poem - Behind The Hand Nothing Leads

behind
the hand
nothing
leads

after
the rainy
emotion
coal-black
funeral
catches

either
ingests

the dull
experiment
strains

the great
music
nominates
by
the witch
versus
the broken
snake
all
strikes

another
ignites
as
the devil
the odd
noose
addresses

the bright
justice
practices
aboard
the function