Poem - Awkwardly

awkwardly
the old
gun
slices

whichever
bends

long
risk
attaches

the smoking
cloud
says
towards
the long
rainstorm
tame
guilt
tears
across
the home
beneath
the aged
child
the eclipsed
pain
splits
underneath
the mistake
the eclipsed
intensity
neglects
at
the question
the dizzy
alternative
meets
up
the mood