Poem - At The Acidic Piano The Gigantic War Flies

at
the acidic
piano
the gigantic
war
flies

he
kills

anything
conducts
into
the blackened
peace
without
the kind
information
boldly
beside
the friction
everything
pleads
past
the rare
discomfort
no one
strikes
for
the long
precipice
strange
angel
reaches

either
achieves
along
the blackened
word
the forgotten
permission
sets