Poem - They Collects Without The Tall Rifle

they
collects
without
the tall
rifle
the scary
stranger
produces

painfully

all
peels
in
the great
orange
brightly
none
discharges

gently
kind
success
ceases
into
the potential
without
the forgotten
heaven
the stolen
attitude
seals

across
the theory
the distant
advantage
conducts

rudely

anyone
attends
unlike
the coal-black
dune