The Race May Or May

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.

Pompeii Has Nothing To Teach Us, We Know Crack Of Volcanic Fissure, Slow Flow Of Terrible Lava, Pressure On Heart, Lungs, The Brain About To Burst Its Brittle Case (what The Skull Can Endure!)

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.