warmth of stain

Which sooted hand growls away the maimed compendium?
which ruckessed lark stains the door? which hide of
want warms the stain?

Which trained eye colors the roof of my hide, the
palate of unsoothables notwithstood? which turn of
want warms the stain?

Which eastern brook latches the yearn of the toothless
hark, the medieval spit of ancient dark? which rust of
want warms the stain?

Which sheathed gash beckons the song – beckons the
large of song – to tempt the fall & stay? which meet of
want warms the stain?