history's fisticuffs

un-understand lost liquid as amber as a pig's foetus
or visceral cursive now it is here exposed to sun's
slant rays to dismissals secreting history's fisticuffs
empowered by days hard to feel would eat dinner slopping
hither and thither mannequin-esque it's all that harsh may
that roots up shoestrings' yukon licorice sidewalking delusions
of grandeur stop signs are trouble staked to stand disguised as
martyrs white and red disguised as is lost is gone is dead is end