Argue the toss with the tossers you lost to,
emerge with exceptions of crosses and boxes.
Go to your grave with two volumes of demons,

join the collective conversational hum.
Mix and meander in meaning’s mere mention.
Quarantine the clowns, call order to the kitchen.

Round up the writers' cursed words and mayhem,
Murderous menace, bones mend and are broken.
So we can know, if it’s us or it’s them.