The unstoppable splurge
Of innocuous words
Lasooed,
Tinted moods
Of unending diversity
Dissected and stretched
Over artic paginal plains.
Language glorified
Bastardised.
Phrases greedily ingested
Spat out at leisure.

But still
They are not enough
Or maybe
The expression behind them
A well run dry?
Perhaps a substitute
A half-cocked excuse
For a forgotten tongue
That civilization
Ran to ground?

As a friend recently said
‘No words.
Just feelings’.