At the end of the world the are no words,
but wordless words that killed the words that were.
At the end of the world is a verve.
Atop this verve I peek over the pit of worthlessness that is no words.
There are pictures and moving images,
people singing and dancing for attention on screens,
distracting from the wordlessness.
There are no tales,
no truths,
no rumors,
no lies.
These are people to whom it’s all the same,
words or no words.
In a world without words I am waiting for the end, as with no words there is no world of worth.
WAST WRTNG 