martedì 11 agosto 2020

Kingdom of words

This word that doesn't move armies
doesn't arm rifles isn't command
doesn't detonate bombs doesn't kill
This word so naked so helpless
falls on the void and goes out into silence
neglected by all useless verb
doesn't change life doesn't improve it
Overwhelmed by the rhetoricians of vain words
dies closed in private drawers
in the damp twilight of basements
sold off on the stalls
sent in stacks to the pulp