the inherent
emptiness of the human condition
you know it well
you said you would tell
me all about it
ten thousand souls you left hanging
gates crash---- a mighty clanging
resounding
cold and metallic
then one day
you look through your pockets
only to find
torn numbers and broken lockets
half-names and tasks incomplete
promises obsolete
for there is
nothingness, but You
but You, but You Lord
my vein is missing
my jugular vein is no more
and so everything is nothing
