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