It became a scream, that pairing of words
Of bathos revisited upon its noise,
Freakish with blanks and spaces apart,
Like fishes swimming beyond their death,
Or a child sad from wading on dry dust,
So full of love unmarked, revoked,
Unwanted and peculiar to all discards.
A rack of beliefs thrown aside and broken.
A focus, opulent and once more flaunted.
A bias deified, destructive and fervent
Until -- impaled upon my quoted slash --
A scream dismembered and forgotten.