Octopus ink – the melodic words of some long-forgotten
staining greedy fingers and otherwise empty minds –
“Heaven has been vacated! Let us be consumed by the Devil!”
The overwhelming permanence of the poet
in phrases unwritten for 10, 20, 100 years.
Octopus ink – intentions strewn
beliefs misinterpreted by the uninformed –
“A quote from the beginning of life must be definitive!”
Words once carved with the ultimate
scrutinised through a microscope lens.
Blood, sweat, tears are disregarded for an impressive retort
and a smug smile.
What once expressed now condemns.
Octopus ink lost in tempestuous waves.