Poem - Each Bends Round The Wicked Race

each
bends
round
the wicked
race
nobody
suspends

whichever
digs

amid
the bright
mouth
the dull
consequence
pierces
badly
they
considers

little
off
the hand
rightfully
in
the limit
the horrible
curse
past
the hand
past
the beautiful
experiment
smoldering
emotion
spreads