Who? (For Rizzy of Sami)

Who'd dare the exacerbation of the cloud and cut the fire for the grave; tell the Epaulette he's a bum; break the choking silence and burst the truth for the street? Night, night oh barbaric night pregnant with cordite blood and brine humiliate the essence of life and living as the grumpy ravenous sword plant dirges in every field: the Epaulette.The overlord.The fear. Mourning morning night morning talking stars would be in the pen a-roosting with the cockerel to plant feints in opposing maths to see the yet unseen day of light. The roads are hasty avowals where Erebus holds the sceptre sway where life's like a pebble in the sea where masks cruise with the law in the lawless leaving in their wake,requiem mass blood and tears. Who'd break the silence?