Words Worth Less

Do you regret you wrote the words
that echo on in empty heads?
The words you thought were quite absurd
that others claim can wake the dead?
How do you deal with tupp’ny fame
and whispers in the reading room?
And parodies of your good name –
graffiti from the empty tomb?

Those words you uttered once in jest
return to beat your head and ears
with humourless, regressive pap.
The words were dead at very least
but far outreach your maudlin fears
of drowning in a sea of crap.
© 10 March 2008, I. D. Carswell