From your ropes on the ropes
watch
how defeating yourselves defeats you
resplendent fears
brazen in pale bankrupted convicts united
unhidden in plain sight
the dregs of dreads
crawl in unison in the gutters of the unhinged
in targeted woes
and puerile franchise they consume their sorrows
in the craven
of the Ichabods' frothing a vendetta of selves loathing
in legacy pains acerbic angsts
they are the base ranting and raging and twisting and twirling
victims of their fears
shackled in the momentum of the embittered prodigal miniate finks
as they stew in rancour and hard labouring
the illuminating light they seek to douse still shines in blessed Grace