whom, for fear

faces rush the eyes 
recoil to the back room 
and make a disguise 
our sound track looms 

we, what is that 
but a little bit of grist 
and a mill of drat 
working in the mist 

evince, or more common 
show when no one can tell 
since the view from the bottom 
is indistinguishable from hell 

the pig iron cadence 
lead balloons to deflate 
a tailor made violence 
forge class types of hate