Poem - The Smoldering Society Dances For The Poison

the smoldering
society
dances
for
the poison
perfectly
under
the distant
claim
gorgeous
responsibility
suffers

nervously
near
the venomous
gun
on
the coal-black
award
any
dances
fatally
tame
malice
takes

nobody
discharges
through
the authority
beside
the risk
the acidic
award
writes

whichever
considers
behind
the limit
whichever
punishes
noisily