Readiness Steadiness

Fuses blown are muses thrown
from electric selected hearts
Candied bones are doggie jones
wishes, uncooked, rough
Under water, hunters slaughter
more fish wished for eats
The heat is in, without the fin
as endings spread the red
Color, pencils, with your gray
to tell the story well
All these hells are ringing bells
speaking phone to tones
Fuses blown are muses thrown
from pedestal to marble
Garbled gains make beaches plain
enough must roughly breach