Speak Whether Naught

thinking's drinking tired hose
drunken hellish fire nose
pepper punches long-term gut
cracked like pepper's tepid strut

bother whither water moan
slant-wise level tauter stone
built to say that it was made
by these hands that chisel bade

cut the way for roads to flow
like a river's rained-on glow
he who made it grade it laid
plans like sans and nothing paid

zero thought and heavy body
mixing mind and elbows shoddy
written language fights the dark
spoken words remain in park