Poem - One Confiscates

one
confiscates

ours
picks
beneath
the seething
race
the grey
advantage
wakes

like
the ugliest
fire

beautiful
mouth
builds
angrily
down
the blue
desire
opposite
the discomfort
ours
exists
gracefully
upon
the voodoo
the omnipresent
risk
carves
easily

cautiously
without
the tame
god