a song for the invalids

and a bucket for the rest
do not invest; poor might!
salvage what sour intent you burden yourself with,
bring to the valleys ashes from the eager brethren
they will assail no more ill regrets with sorcery
a vagrant to time; ashes of mine
sprinkled down on heaven's shadow moor
the bastion of fated recourse
and behold the great cacophany!
it will arrest pious galvanizers,
bring them to the sacred pyre; for futile remembrance
implore the deepest chasm
speak hasty from the gullet; dive forth!