Bellicose.

A strike strike strike

come trickle, slide down

this time time time

feather the missing sound;

tame, persuade an 

etched crestfallen her,

subdue, don't hammer

home anger;

if only just

to prepare and provoke,

to evoke

to elicit and choke,

to clasp, gazump and extort

hours - withering though mine;

for days which pine

full clocks of corpses

starch'd souls and stage signs;

or is one to beget..

deceive a wooden bench

that's left to smother, 

to temper the chagrin

wasted in debt,

semi borrowed in mire;

laden with fury are

memories riddled 

with latitudes of grief

of inherited jealousy

maliciously crumbling

on our knees.

Its tonight,

an aching evening 

self appointed in acrimony.