indecorous lament of successive histories

ankle wings moaning
too much treble in the cost
scarcely the fable-temper of humanity
derived and all too wasteful
too decorated for war and self-defeat
this is the night
of first and last dates
calendar nodes for receptive haste

if only kinship would have waited
the climax of successive histories
champions would not have wasted time
pariahs of their own memory
treddling clamant sails to awn truculence
this comes the ever passing frame
priced apprehension for inept confinement
like wind on vessels obstructed
oiled senses claims of servile strains
they will sing imparted means and ways