a land barren – wombful of prophets,
loom of accosting striations, here the
crunched edges are brigands, here the
smooth corners are speaking cadavers

Woah, wombful of prophets, yet the land is barren. How do you even do it, to think these scenarios. The smooth corners are speaking cadavers , this blew my cap off, sniper standards :).

This has got to be your best output in four days, it's like you were on a persona vendetta to just kill it. Then the barrage of who's,

Who snuffs promise with
an acolyte's gown
Who turns away the agonized bride

This part i could not stop reading. Whoever this villian in the poem is, he is worthy of a theatre adaptation. I hope you'll read this to us at the next poetry class.

And thanks again @d-pend for the good work you are doing. It's a mystery that you are able to put out such great poems even with the workload on you.