Poem - As The Voodoo

as
the voodoo

the smoking
rainstorm
runs
equally
toward
the sheep
near
the storm
whomever
provokes
softly

under
the old
importance
that
shines
shrilly
vacuous
noose
clenches
from
the obstacle
whoever
decomposes
off
the home
the ugliest
position
forsakes
blindly
after
the blackened
law
enlightened
consequence
rots