And he read
and he felt nothing
for the ink was fermented guilt
their vocabulary borne in angst, ignorance and pain
weighed in frustration and the pusses of wanton mindlessness
and their scrolls struggles vigorously with grateful dead consciences
and with all words escaping truths they hid in the maelstrom of their
emptiness and nothings
the significant insignificants' signing the affidavits of the dogs of wraiths