A blacksmith exploded a missile
at point-blank
to lower the animal in a candid manner.
So close that truth went brute.
Nativity of a patriarch was challenged.
The birds had migrated a long distance
to find the water.
The doors remained unlocked.
An apology for the flesh.
Bones had exited long back.
Sermon was writ large on the face of moon.
Night was very black.
Aphonia was the word.
