homonyms

GUERRILLA FACTORY

I fought, eye new
ewe
ring the tents
tense with plum
prints for princes
the cymbal bore
its sole soul
symbolizing
no one knows
with quarts in a
guerrilla factory
I guessed the
guest made the
maid -- pail
Her idle idol
was missed like
mist in a hare creek
creaking for naught
won lute, but
a knot of loot
a rose colored quartz
in rows on the road