Catch Anything?

Maybe words themselves were weirs
For trapping fishy meanings,
Or netting for fowling birds
Of ideation, feathers
Worth trading, or to gently
Snag batty notions without
Harming their delicate wings.

Point was, those structures of words,
Whether stiff or delicate,
None of them meant anything.
They were made for emptying
Of whatever nourishment
Became tangled up in them,
Then put back to catch more things.