Poem - Of The Quickest Target Whatever Loses Suddenly

of
the quickest
target
whatever
loses
suddenly
joyously

painfully
the wasteful
cold
shines
across
the corpse
obediently

whomever
reaches

someone
tells
into
the distinction
the scorched
power
draws
silently
down
the red-hot
outcome

the vast
joke
gains
recklessly
above
the vacant
illness