A graveyard of untold stories

Evaporating under a dying sun

Loose pages blowing about

Until the tales are gibberish

Out of order, back to front

A typewriter with broken keys

Spits out gobbledygook

A dream of nonsense words

A song of made-up mayhem

No time left to read this rhyme

No way known to tell this story

Plant the words deep, six feet under

Mark the spot well

Here lies my words not spoken

Here lies my story not told