Poem

The Toll of Unmeaning

Please read this poem of flosculations,
Upon this kalotypography.
Experience apanthropinization,
To inhabit its lost artigraphy.

Displaced through summotion,
It pealed against eveniance.
Taken by tollation,
Transported in a grand gardeviance.

Now its voice no different to crocitations,
Never completing its archiloquy.
For to all that hear its blaterations,
They will always be deaf to its tortiloquy.

Yet, its form interests the campanologists,
And they toll the bell to desarcinate.
So they turn into phlyarologists,
And all at once are unable to obacerate.

Its echoed pain only brings it amarulence,
So they’re silenced with a guillotining.
Its voice is long dead, ringing in a graviloquence,
And so the bell chimes, the Toll of unmeaning.