Descent down the Pit

©10-27-2022, Olan L. Smith

No way out, no direction, no compass,

All is calamity, how can one find a way

Up, when up doesn't exist, everything

Vanishes in the tragedy of Netherworlds'

Digestion, and the vomit of what was,

Not even a dog will turn back to this

Dejection of "Is" boiling over, and obscurity

Spews truth in worthless confusion.

What's removed, renamed, will never be again,

This world we know is turned into a decay we

Don't recognize as anything we ever knew.

Who fires the kiln from within, a buffoon?