LITERALLY NOTHING

said nothing
did nothing

the T word
sticking between
your teeth

the S sibilants
hissing, sounds
of a dog whistle

stuff in the syntax
and semantics
fouling your mouth,
poisoning your body

getting you to retch
spectacularly, like
some
   mythical, mystical
drunken creature
spewing up
    a bucket of
prize truth
to paint
   ideology in

and thus, obviously,
in this all new death climate
everybody
rushing immediately
to
your aid

fearing
fatal loss to
the cause of annihilation

an end
to this state of exquisite madness
if you should
end up with

nothing
to say

Published by Damian Garside