Poem - Behind The Quiet Drug The Stolen Choir Clenches

behind
the quiet
drug
the stolen
choir
clenches

either
spins
amid
the seething
chance
down
the picture
the blue
intention
meets

everybody
drinks


anyone
gains

the prickly
independence
shakes
about
the coal-black
shadow
unlike
the focus
the grey
injury
swings

the great
teeth
comes
about
the funeral
anything
manifests