pointy defiance

okay, yes, I do not want to say
caps on for even a letter
it's a fetter that holds the hand
by the pinky and threatens
to break rank sublime 
when we stank we forgot
the thyme it was all rose
mary and when you do not
say proper it says your clarity
spelt precarity and smelt 
enough aluminum to can
can across train land
to the point where the defiant
bury their bread
like the nihilists
we are