Words All Gone To Dust Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I saw your messages and replied, but never knew whether
my replies got through, could not start my mountain climb
as I was caught in nettles of anger on beholding the
terrible terms that have to be researched

The lines are horrible and contain no melody, even less
meaning as politicians' waffle in order to get funding
for projects from which they will extract their share
first and give the rest to the really needy ones

I'm afraid this mountaintop is lost in the mist of never-never
at this moment... and how are you - hope you find things to
laugh about - esp. the picture of me as the country's clown
trying to pose as a serious translator

Then falling down as the terms I see are incomprehensible
and with my legs being more prehensile I'm meant to climb
trees and having fun, not crying about illegible terms I can't
interpret as my brain refuses to give up fantasy

Magic and trees - and it must give up if I am to translate
words all gone to dust!