THE WORDSMITHY

Here I am in this giant room

with words being hammered

stirred and quenched. 

The air with articles discharged

and empty spaces supplanted by nouns

I am trapped and not a word slips 

from the confines of my mouth

I have no need to break my silence 

I am eclipsed by acoustic violence 

different languages and accents 

bouncing in disconcerting harmony 

A disorderly confusion of psychobabble

echoes in a hurry to finish scrabble 

Wordsmiths all in one big room 

Wordsmiths all speaking in a tomb 

Echoes verbose in a Wordsmithy spun

Heated discord heard by no one