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.