Words wreck
Words reek
Vine to vine to vine
Hand over hand
Long swings
Just move to it
Just move through it
But a hack job
And ring around the scars
A brutal pirate
A gladiator proud
One at a time
And thrown in the swamp
Piled bodies
Of introspective chumps
Placed in cells of contemplation
They do not deserve
It’s only a small window
You can only see so much
No matter how long you peer
Even if for the rest of your life