From the man who knew very little

The man who
wrote too much
became buried
in his own words,
the flow of the stanza
took him down
the verse was read
they found him dead
without rhyme or reason.

The man who knew too much
witnessed wild, violent words
fly off the handle, the page
bent on revenge, attacking
the man who wrote too much.
He was buried alive
by words that had
some sort of meaning.

The man who knew very little
would not comment.
He had nothing to go on
the pen had taken leave.