Asthmatic heart attack fits in a powdered-sugar hurricane blitz swept the fertile landscape’s curves & twists before the mud of disgust was caked hard as rust on the buildings hoisted out of soil’s distrust.
Tear them down echoed the canyon walls whose layers of prayers crept the ivy higher reaching toward the sun where the liar can envy what’s honestly done.
In a stream it was spoken to rush upon ears with the good grace to listen like whales of our years unburied, and twice re-lived; under seas of reproach for having nothin’ to give.