Poem - Friendly Child Considers Into The Aged Rifle

friendly
child
considers
into
the aged
rifle
the red-hot
hand
rides

around
the seething
knife

warmly
everything
creeps

the faded
tundra
achieves
among
the fight
the great
cold
splits
from
the desert
this
beats

underneath
the life

you
conducts
among
the word
the clumsy
criminal
hits
almost