By Now: A Parallel Poem

by on May 15, 2012 :: 0 comments

By now, the words like good
Beautiful, and truth have been so abused
They are meaningless
Reduced to blanks or holes
And the whole language becomes
Insufficient, deformed, absurd:
People are trying to communicate in a dialect
Or, rather, in a series of utterances
Whose meanings are yet to be invented

We have a syntax as powerful as before
But we have no more proper words in the proper place

editors note:

Form trumps content these days; the stronger the spin, the emptier the message. We’re starving down here! – mh

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