Left Hand Poem

My CD, Dre, issued a challenge: write two poems: one using only left hand keys, and the next using only the right.
For the left hand, this means that I had to stop at 'h' - I tend to type 'y' and 'n' with my right hand.

Here's the first of my left hand poems:

We saw each drafted face
Creased, red.
Each dead as dead rafters -
we swear.

As we treaded, fears grew.
We wear grave faces,
are dressed as dread.
We, the reverse-brave crew.