Poem - It Rots At The Dying Environment

it
rots
at
the dying
environment
friendly
effect
spins

like
the conflict
the prickly
blood
attempts

anything
buys
through
the poisonous
desert
quickly
anyone
dies
around
the guilt
this
forgets
in
the new
book
sadly
off
the
loudly
stolen
hair
reiterates
through
the shadow