Mort Du Jour - Poem

Separation none's fault
Vault across they came
Same unable to assist
Kissed in ices packed

Sacked, struggled sign
Devine mystery entangled
Strangled 'til expired
Wired for certain

Curtain drawn closed
Proposed nothing touch
Much potential, such a lie
Cry more eyes must tear

Fear is second handed
Remanded to custody
Free no more to care
Wear history as a face

Place chance refuse
Reuse bodies to wear
Scare those who live
Forgive my desperation