What can we do but stutter and stammer
faced with the overthrow of grammar?
The ivory tower, once well-gated,
is stormed by speech un-articulated,
and Stations of the Cross-out by editor's pen
may never be seen on a page again.
To decipher a sentence is an exercise gnostic
when meaning's as cryptic as initials acrostic.
Antonyms and acronyms make poor kin and kith
and prepositions know not when they're at, to or with.
Ironically, "texting" is the graveyard of text,
while literary stylists ask: what will die next?
