Who put Bella in the wych-elm?

Hum out your trapezeries
this maid is more at peace
re-earthed in primacy of lore
ungorged and unjostled if
simple carnations, a simpler
incarnation, your tale
simplest coined. Press into
the wych-elm only if
a want to see your own
unhanded remains her
hair her unhurried
frame. Even by Socratic
approach the wary wain-
scoting shushed
and slid in place, a creased
garment ensconced
espionage in history’s
most lurid hand. Which
munitions this winter
under new jurisdiction
her foreign asylum
brings minerals a case-
ment to tower these affairs in
the local most branch the

executive head.