"The soul of life is dire..."

The soul of life is dire

passing of a flame

kicking solivagant high

off coiled mortar wire

Squall dither

Want of water
     bluff         cascade
sanitation sets mark         relieve yourself in chest
          county seat devotee king
dumb                     politely                   //   thyme rum     //
chastened with sequestering            mythic ally
                     so that nothing less
             than ethnological edemas
                    neuter, but gender
   //  verb valley  //         no
                    thanks to histrionics
sowing jealously   //  no        thank you
on sundeck, rickshaw, unite unfaithfully
under mother's tongue
         so tilled, never imprinted
   opened by feet        hokey sour
                and yet in dreary marsh all angst
            should vanish upon hindsight
               oafish arrival         //  cock-like
assuring the flow is cut