could there
ever have been
aught but harm
from such shrew whipped
an abusive storm
where it
lead through
the corpse grass
crumbed trail
of bloodied path
stumbled upon
weather torn
enduring pile
chimney stacked
nefarious smile
that leering
promontory
single tooth
like fabled hag
who feast on youth
sat silent
now this
sated quietus
belies a violence
strewn before us
as kaolin
dry flurried
gilings
bear vestigal token
to fancied grillings
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