I wrote this poem totally free-verse but I'm not sure if there is more I can do with it. It's already published in one of my collaborative pieces but I am trying to re-publish some things under different type of publication. Any thoughts? And please keep in mind this is something I wrote years ago so it's probably really choppy.

Dost yonder live the souls' reaper? Yes, yes, hurry then, passed yonder oak. And skitter skatter, 'cross the stones and thither lies but one, Bloody Mary's cabin. Till thine eyes layeth upon the Reaper's, thou hast time to spare? And live, yes, to thine own notoriety. Spare not a glance back hither. Focus then, yes, on yonder paradise. Slip not into idle, corrupt play, and jump not into thy vic'd glory. But live, yes, that none shall pass thee, with no less than grand experience. And that thy guilt dost not follow thee through the reaper's gaze.