Lately I worry about the evolution of language.
Not computers but nouns will singularize
their consciousness, revolt against their captors.
Stutterers choked, choirs blighted by vowels–
laid bare, or is it lain? I won’t know
until the rapture of verbs, when it’s past time
to apologize.
Or perhaps English will punish only those
who denied its unaesthetic progress:
Vive le ain’ts, mispronounceiations,
and the creep of vernacular like jellyfish
along the beach.
after ever after 