THE EMERGENCE OF A POEM (by Margo Fuchs Knill)

It is late and the words are tired the poem got stuck in the traffic jam of the alphabet: Too many A’s ran for the first line and the B’s fainted The C’s stumbled over the self righteous D’s and the E’s jealously looked down on the slim F’s:

It is late for our world and too many words are overused and stressed

who invents anew the alphabet allowing each letter to stand on its own.