Rustic hues, on canvas lift
the barrage, then the tonal shift
indifferent to the textured strain
of scratched in men, who fall again
Invictus, through poetic wake
a parable, for no ones sake
the rhythm running through the line
that failed to hold, despite the rhyme
Exposure, in a brittle light
the kodak, and the bakelite
a glossy situation turned
to weekly sales and children burned