Tower Poem by Dylan KD.

So punch the silver to cramp the parrot
in her own the blue seems foul
jot the finish for claws to drink the fury
shot the clasp in still forgive the new.

Glass the infant poised to gate the blunder
gash of knolls strung out til' making chews
twitch her bounce for news to stage the muzzle
they flaunt the boundary flown in staples rule.

Clots in bleach make craft to glow through color
the beach of nerves sings patted on the bone
four drenched in the glue of thunder
four hundred count the steep of slitting flew.