A detail
Of the dusty deep,
The dingy and desolate,
Dreary and dark.
It deliberates
Does Death's damp dread dress dawn yet?
Do the bells ding declaring destitution?
Does a dance a dash off determine a dads despair?
A damning design desires decision
But deficient development is doomed for destruction.
Do dripping days dally?
Do disposable distresses dominate?
Do We disappear in depthless diction?