Meaning

The wired world has stolen words,
Sound-bitten and spun out,
Buried in digital dictionaries,
Stripped of colour,
Expressionless.

Poetry is speechless.
Drowned in tired wit,
Caked in "contemporary" prose.
Wallpapered with the everyday.
Tasteless.

Why is Muse so silent,
While so much stands or falls
To be won and lost?
Have words truly lost their meaning,
Or has man's scratching lost its sight?