Rob Schackne #748 - all there is to bite the dust

       we find it   a wall of friction
      brick if necessary   or cliff
      to place an old sheath knife
      pointed   confounding gravity
      violence   light breeze   gone
     
      all there is to bite the dust

      anger humming   to fade
      hard pressed against its waiting
      one more antique object   rain
      the long handled toy or tool
      the sharpness   upside down