Radiation's special thing
touching things without a touch.
Gladiation has that ring
violence spilling through much brick.
Mortar fails the plural test
each fight spoils material.
Infection physic never rests
until the karmic heart arrests.
Moral stores may yet close
on suggestion in the nose.
Scented handle on that door
runs out time and won't implore.
Rhythm gathers as we fall
flightless nonces finite stall.
All that blood that bled itself
shows its worth to hero shelf.
When the wood and paper pulp
burns out empty culpa cup,
one last sentence to the death
faded fear of final breath.
Roman Ryan 