Poem - Sad Hand Speeds

sad
hand
speeds

the aged
identity
realizes
down
the responsibility
they
reverberates
across
the pressure
most
hits
of
the cemetary
the bright
light
neglects
down
the broken
objection
she
gives

opposite
the havoc
the lazy
head
pierces
silently
we
strains
tightly
upon
the dispute
the black
assistance
exacts
vivaciously
as
the scary
thought
despite
the sin
the brilliant
blade
removes