The pennacle of language in its verbal extremity.
Standing in attention to answer the call.
Metaphor: Interjection’s little “i” turned on its head.
Like a child’s pogo-stick, a birthing mother’s tear,
a printed siren’s symbolization…
forgotten after grade twelve. Traded
for that wannabe basterd of period and comma;
ostracized by research and poetry alike.
Prejudiced, drilled as an English scholar’s enemy.
Appearing non-existent in dissertations and theses,
in a few years it will be nothing. No one will have heard of it
Call it the cleansing of grammatical waste;
call it the massacre of a punctuation.
Or call it the direct definition:
extinction.
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