mor then ded (retro)

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I forget the exact prompt for this, but it was something about writing a poem in a different form of English.  This is an attempt to write a poem in a post-apocalyptic English a la Russell Hoban's Riddley Walker:

thers no poent init inimor
no poent in ohpning eis to shur
sky so blu so symple not myn
inimor than roks or wyld dog sun

go all wun, go daun ta river bank
see thuh drown men, seen bi all
floatng in grean waterd road
wher sypris pray daun to ruuts

if simpl simon sez so, ruuts groan
bak to bak an sauer the erth
dog grawls the fyr bak into ded bodied
far away horisen, haf a wurld

befor in fayth with lost mynds
now brokn speers, where rat senks teeth
inits owen ded, an ther sweet breth
spreds lyk rottn clawth wythout

there’s no point to it anymore
no point in opening eyes to sure
blue sky so simple not mine
anymore than rocks or wild dog sun

go all one, go down to the river bank
see the drowned men, seen by all
floating in the green watered road
where cypress pray down to roots

if simple simon says so, roots groan
back to back and sour the earth
dog growls the fire back into dead bodied
far away horizon, half a world

before in faith with lost minds
now broken spears, where rat sinks teeth
in its own dead, and their sweet breath
spreads like rotten cloth without.