It dawned on me early, while I should be sleeping

Yawning, half-formed by suboptimal thinking

That ‘The End’ is metonymy, an appellative slippage

Where plaudits and brickbats our sobriquets damage

Honorifics dishonoured, cognomen for no man,

Epithets, racial or otherwise, abandoned.

The roadmap of language redrawn, pages missing

Behind these new rules: crossed-fingers and guessing?

So how to describe you when all is verboten;

Is it Arthur or Martha, or have we forgotten?



Erik Kaisson, 2017










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