Wordless

The word came out too quick,
Like a speeding little train,

My mouth so full of iron,
The word could not remain,

When time called in deceit,
It made a brutal change,

It sped as time did pass,
I watched the word's own flow,

It became twisted then vulgar,
Til the meaning lost all hold,

It became the lonely beggar,
Waiting for no bus along the misty street;

Corrupted by its own wrong use,
Which had long since ceased to be,

Defeated by a careless age,
Its fault had been what came and passed;
Society's true creep.