Pit-a-pat
Pittite-patient
Tramping throne
Drowned in a throng
Like a bell they tolled
Like a spit in a sault
Like an ashen flash
Warming swarm
Creeping lump
Nip in the nub
No more fulminate
I pray? Afraid?
Writhe in pain?
No, jubilate
Smile out of shape
I spilled the flesh spelled
And then stumbled
Brows and napes gault
I'd go back to the vault