Poem - She Swallows

she
swallows

the beautiful
flower
grows
at
the grey
riot
someone
punishes

amid
the thought
whoever
wrings
unlike
the prickly
battle
those
individualizes
toward
the great
curse
either
swallows
beside
the white-hot
music
wicked
cold
means
like
the illuminated
race
below
the crack