Civil suicide sneaks out of the broken inside
Resigning the push and tear of table and chair
All but one sold the grit to spare the insight
Locked in the ****** lands eyes chose to stare

Holding the file and the thought feels like
Bending iron with bare hands, breeding
Hope with naked ******, licking nectar of night
Heist with a tongue rarely heard except in ruckus

Fights lured the olive branch into a truce
Leaving a track of the big bite on the source

Light was not bright, light was burlesque.