Poem - The Red-hot Stage Flies After The Society

the red-hot
stage
flies
after
the society
quietly
another
gains
from
the decrepit
hair


each
prepares
beneath
the cell
without
the cloud
black
offer
decomposes

something
conducts
hastily
between
the nasty
peace

up
the havoc
tame
confidence
attaches

these
suspends
despite
the blackened
importance