Nothing

Nothing is all I am,

Nothing overloading nothing,

Closing the doors,

Opening an extra into an empty space,

Nothing ensues but a further war.

The bombs, lights that blind and Damascus,

Burning after Tehran. Sisters calling in despair,

Brothers ambivalent to the arms of infidels. Nothing happens ,

But children die, and journalists are filming for a deadline.

Nothing comes after nothing but I,

Kneel, cry for nothing,

and still the shepherd birds do not burn in flight.

Nothing happens. I walk by Central Park,

Next to nothing, and the no flight zone is

Just nothing yet throat slides over throat,

Bullets shoot and blood drops. Here nothing happens

But I write to keep nothing from overloading nothing.