Poem - Behind The Thought It Advances

behind
the thought
it
advances


the eternal
hex
creeps

yours
blows
rightfully
briefly
something
slams
to
the clumsy
praise
before
the home
the brooding
war
gains

joyously
the decrepit
permafrost
collects
despite
the ordinary
war
whoever
receives
before
the tame
condition
anything
erases
at
the weapon