By the power of the carriage return, poetry.

I want to write poems about vast wastelands of
blasted earth, a place with no life.
It feels dishonest.

What words would I use to describe a place
without humanity?
They have been overused
long before I dreamt of dying.

What I seek to disenchant,
to craft, to commodify,
slips away from my febrile mind.

Once more, with feeling.

rush to the end hollow man
mess husk remainder