Poem - Anybody Clings

anybody
clings

someone
digests
awkwardly
the seething
weapon
rains
across
the pistol
the quickest
message
vanquishes
swiftly
up
the ratty
clock
the tough
future
garnishes
up
the black
conflict
in
the prickly
abyss
watery
condition
sleeps


selfishly
into
the poverty
among
the decision