unjustifiable

ever again
there would be no saviour
they knew that
through town soon after, and 
wind came whistling
the howling 
what evil its presence signified.
the far-off structure, wondering 
in fear at 
its crops.  the townspeople stared
come to sickle
like an angel of death
the horizon
looming in
the edifice appeared,
that
moon
a new
during
it was

buzzard
inspired by someone else's unreadable prose, which I thought
for a moment might have been written this way...